“Really, Ernest—Jack—Ernest—whatever your name is, we can’t continue meeting like this if we’re both to be married, and quite obviously not to each other.” Algernon was lazily tracing his finger across Ernest’s chest. “It’s really quite unfair to them, don’t you agree?”

“Ah, dear Algae, you’re growing serious with me! And here I thought you were proud for finally having beaten it out of me.”

“Well, one of us must have the fault, lest we have nothing to talk about. And I’m not green. With envy or like that disgusting green slime.”

“Just so m’dear, just so.”

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