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The next day Ed sat at the living room side table in front of the inkless typewriter. He stared down at it for a while, then switched his gaze to his bandaged hand.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Kathy suddenly enter the room carrying a basket full of clothing for the laundry.
"Kathyyy..." Ed whined.
Kathy stopped. "Yes, Ed?"
"Um..." He scratched his head with his good hand. "Can you go to the store to get me a new typewriter ribbon?" He asked.
Kathy put the basket down and stood with her hands on her hips. "Why can't you go yourself?" She asked.
"I'm injured, Kathy," Ed said, holding his bandaged hand up for her to see.
She frowned at him. "Oh pooh, it's just a burn. You're acting like you're deformed or something."
"Oh, but I AM," Ed argued, nodding. "I really am, Kathy. Now, can you be a dear and just do this one little thing for me? Please?" He asked in an innocent voice. He looked at her with puppy dog eyes.
She stared at him; hands still on her hips. He was just too cute. Her frown slowly transformed into a smile. She bent down and picked up the laundry basket. "Okay, Ed. I'll go. But next time you're on your own." She walked into the bedroom to put away the basket and retrieve her coat.
"Thank you Kathyyy!" Ed called to her