"There's a nail file over there."
"What's his name?"
"HER name is Emery. She came with four others. We've seen this before, they don't stay too long. One of the others from the pack will take her place, and we'll call her, or him Emery also."
"Isn't that confusing?"
"Not really, most of them keep to themselves. It's not that they're antisocial, they just don't have a lot to say. Besides, it's like I said, they don't stay long."
"Do they recycle?"
Goody Brush had never heard of recycling, so it had to be explained.
"Maybe they go to Landfill."
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