epitome of incomprehensibility
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This is the name of my oldest cousin, if you don't count my half-cousin who's Dad's age, being the daughter of his older half-brother. Family is weird. Anyway, he's my cousin, and I've only really known his adult self because he was 14 when I was born. Recent memory: July, when he and his partner picked me up from Kingston and drove me to Arden. They were in town for some errands, so it wasn't pure niceness, but as I looked out over the rolling roads, it occurred to me there were a lot of worse people I could travel with. They didn't ignore me or talk over me, but it wasn't a false attention, either. When they wanted to talk about stuff they were interested in - like the book Pyrocene Isaac had read recently - they went ahead and shared that unselfconsciously. Comfortable. Nice. As for niceness: he let another car pass at one point and Sue joked that he was too polite a driver. Just after that? A Tesla cybertruck zoomed by and he gave it the finger, making us laugh. "I wouldn't do that to a regular Tesla," he explained, "but if you get a cybertruck, you're probably a show-off who buys into the Elon cult."
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