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The convenient thing about writing this storyline is I don't need to know how to knit - I just need to know how to not know how to knit (and not knowing how to knit is something I do best!)
--- (Somewhere, two floors above this scene, Maxine Hellenberger inclines her head suddenly and sniffs the air like a bloodhound. "Someone", she proclaims to the empty room, "is making a double-jerk-off-into-the-mouth motion, and I'm not there to comment on it!") ---
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(Saturday morning, INT: EB and JH's apartment)
NP: Ellen, what are you holding?
EB: What?
NP: What are you holding? In your hands?
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EB: Uh... knitting need-
NP: Are they pens?
EB: No.
NP: So why are you holding them like pens? Hold them the way I showed you.
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EB: I get more control this way.
NP: See, you think you do, but your hand is going to cramp up in about five minutes, trust me.
EB: Well, I'm sorry, but I've been holding pen-like objects like pens for twenty years now! My hands are trained that way!
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NP: And how long have you been brushing your teeth? Hold them like toothbrushes. Hold them like a pair of toothbrushes.
JH: I've been holding mine like knives without thinking about it, but apparently that's close enough...
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