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epitome of incomprehensibility I'm a story girl, in a story world. Or not, but I woke up early because of my stuffy nose and was reading. When my parents came to tell me they were leaving (and it was to be for two days), I had a momentary sense of worry because I'd just been reading the part in The_Story_Girl when most of the responsible adults take off for a wedding and shenanigans ensue.

But I was an adult, I recollected. My brother too. So all I had to do was ask a couple questions about the food in the fridge and our consumption thereof. We were set. Set for what? For me to have a cold and read kids' books when I wasn't working. Oh yes, and have the dog be a copydog on a walk.
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raze my father and i used to live in a world like this. not a physical place, but a fortress we erected around and inside our minds.

we were always telling stories. taking people from our lives and dropping them into impossible and outlandish situations. pounding out crooked poetry on electric typewriters and early desktop computers. some of our narratives were left to live as spoken hymns, meant only for an audience of two.

for years, we could spin epic yarns out of nothing at a moment's notice. i don't know why that went away. i don't know where i would go to look for that kind of creative energy now. i don't think it's in me anymore. but it was a great ride while it lasted.
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