I am a tamale in its husk, a pinto bean inside the pod, a shy wily hermit, supine, emitting cooing sounds and tapping my fingers together. Today I broached the outdoors and collected some yellow leaves. Where is Rosemary? They ask. Clearly she is not a good friend. She is hiding reading writing doing seeing thinking brainiac thoughts. OK
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