I looked over at Tim who was lying on the couch holding his nostrils open with his fingers.
I said," What are you doing?"
Anne was lying on the floor looking at the phone book and saying random phone numbers and having imaginary conversations.
Tim said, "I'm breathing."
Anne stopped in the middle of a phone number and said, "Breathing? Is that even good for us?"
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