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epitome of incomprehensibility
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I don't know why I say this so much. I must have picked it up somewhere. I must have kicked at the hackneyed hacky sack of syllables to make it mine.
I earned points in Oddly Specific before I ever hoisted a "joisted" onto a Scrabble board and bragged to blather. Before I even had periods, I sang in badly accented Russian for the man who taught at the only Accelerated Christian Education school in Moldova. That's how I remember it, anyway. With red-haired Adam doing a goofy dance in the background. Then our class sang O Canada. Some time later the video of these acts was viewed by a class in Chisinau, unless the man was some Nabokovian villain with an elaborate backstory - Humbert Humbert with a 90s camcorder.
I doubt that, but sometimes I have a morbid sense of Oddly Specific, like Oddly_Specific_Recurring_Dreams. Record oddities for therapy, history, memory - or on the offchance your fiction wants them.
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