epitome of incomprehensibility
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At first I felt like using this word to tell a fellow person-inhabiting-2024 that I wasn't feeling well enough to go to her party. Angel Gabriel, please tell Jane_Austen she's a bad fucking influence. (This year: finished Pride and Prejudice for the 3rd time, Sense and Sensibility for the 1st, now on Chapter 15 of Emma for a 2nd.) But I want to grouse like a grouse, because there's not only a cold in my head, a May too hot outside, but also my gung-ho approach to gardening taking its toll on my pained left elbow. You'd be surprised how many normally automatic movements incorporate the left elbow joint. All right, birdlike pity party over. Splash out of the birdbath of imagined tears and be disposed to dream of impossible travel.
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