recently I sang happy birthday to Noam Chomsky. I was a little uncomfortable with the "dear" part...what with that being...you know, a term of familiar affection...but what else would one do on his birthday
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I must write a poem in a public place. It is an ASSignment. Meanwhile, my mother has resigned herself to the study of quantum physics. Her lover is somewhere in Romania. My father continues to bake frenetically
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I can only introduce myself to people by widening my eyes intensely and saying "I'm Allison!". I think it's because my cheeks are big, and I want to make it seem like they're that way on purpose
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