"What I have here, is a pair of pearls."
"That's very nice," said Marc. "But I am not interested in pearls. I want pears."
"A pair of pears?" said the market trader.
"Maybe 3 pears, or 4 pears, as long as they are nice."
"Over there, young man. There's a fruit stall. Over there."
The young boy walked over to the fruit stall. He was greeted by a lady in her mid thirties.
"Can I have some pears please?" he asked.
"How many would you like, young man?" asked the fruit seller.
"At least 2."
"A pair of pears?"
"That's what the pearl seller said."
"Oh yes."
She glanced over to the pearl seller, and waved
"Are you married?" asked Marc.
"That's none of your business, young man."
"I'll have 3 pears," said Marc
"Very good," said the fruit seller. "3 pears. Not a pair of pears?"
"No," said Marc.
"But a pair of pears minus one."
"Is this a Maths lesson?" asked Marc.
"Maybe," said the fruit seller. "Maths is good for you."
Marc stared at the fruit seller.
"I just want some pears to eat. No maths lesson. Just 3 nice pairs of pears."
*So, you want 6 pears?" asked the fruit seller.
"No, I didn't mean to say that. You've put words into my mouth, " said Marc. "I just want 3 pears."
"Just 3 pears?"
"That is correct," said Marc
"But you would be tempted with 4?" asked the fruit seller.
"3 pears please."
"Because, if it was 4, it would be nice. Like, 2 pairs of pears."
"If I have 3, that's 2 pairs of pears minus 1."
"Then, you'd have enough money left to buy a pair of pearls," said the market trader.
"I knew it" said Marc. "You're married."
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Prompts by @mariannewest for the freewrite fun.