Kim is helping Skylar decorate her pink thrift-store dress in the kitchen. I'm preparing my lunch. Periodically, I blurt out one of my favorite nonsense phrases in my low-blood-sugar randomness. But Skylar objects to my ramblings:
"It's disturbing the one who's fitting the gown for me."
That's Skylar syntax for you. And abstraction, too. How many five-year-olds refer to their own mother as "the one who"?
"It's disturbing the one who's fitting the gown for me."
That's Skylar syntax for you. And abstraction, too. How many five-year-olds refer to their own mother as "the one who"?
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I mean I could have said what a gal (!) but really
(I own it: gowned and pronouned.)
Oh sweet abstraction. The hunger dehungering, the hunger itself. To lunch is a beautiful duration.
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