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weirdly_sexy
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nr
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watching someone drive a standard car super confidently
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250107
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nr
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...standard as in stick shift, not standard as in run-of-the-mill. (i suppose it could be a standard standard car.)
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250107
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nr
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consistently correct semicolon use
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250107
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raze
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rare as it is now — seeing someone read a book in a public place.
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250107
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raze
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the ability to slip the word "assuage" into a conversation so casually that it feels inevitable.
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260724
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ovenbird
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Someone handing you a book of poems and saying, “I think you’ll like this.”
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260727
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epitome of incomprehensibility
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At a music practice, Sarah leaned back as if awed by a satisfying chord progression in the Act 1 finale of The_Yeomen_of_the_Guard. "Man, that's sexy," she said. For me, the adjective didn't fit. The music was too somber. Funereal. The slow beat tolling doom: someone's supposed to get beheaded (he doesn't, because of shenanigans, because this is Gilbert and Sullivan, after all). The next day, I was walking past a barber shop where a crisp speaker cast out sound: rap over a melodic riff with booming drums. That, I thought, was sexy. I didn't know the music. It didn't matter. The sound quality was sexy.
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261003
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e_o_i
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In short: For her, harmony. For me, a good quality sound system. (I'm harmony-romantic but speaker-sexual, apparently.)
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261003
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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