(two hundred thousand million years)

As promised, a brief post. This one is a transcription of a conversation I had last night, with almost-eight-year-old, very theatrical Michael Black:
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Michael: Are you leaving today?

Emilee: Nope, I'm leaving your house tomorrow, but then I'll go to Germany on Monday--in 5 days.

Michael: Well, I wish it was in two hundred thousand million years.

Emilee: I'm gonna miss you, too, Michael.
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