"Wheeee!" I said.
"Easy for you to say," Myx replied.
"Quiet. I quit tryin' to get you on the way down, didn't I?"
"Only because you weren't fast enough," Myx said.
I had placed Myx at the top of the slide and, as quickly as I could, gotten out in front of the sliding board--but, each time, Myx beat me to the bottom--he tumbled out the chute before I could get the pic. Flying onto the gravel didn't do anything good for his disposition.
"We'll pretend you just had a nice ride, Myx."
"You do lots of pretending, don't you, Dave?"
"Only as a substitute for reality!" I thought sounding cheerful would assuage (yeah! I looked it up!) Myx's irritation.
Just before Myx groaned, he said, "I'll have to pretend not being sore tomorrow."

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