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I was grown. Only I wasn't. Grown. I was short. Really short. The only one shorter than me was Omar. I was the second shortest kid in kindergarten. My parents made me wear a tie the first day. I'm a GIRL!
The tallest animal--the giraffe (obviously)--has trumpets on his head. On New Year's Eve, if you pinch his nostrils, streamers will fly out of them. That's what they're for.
The walk wasn't quite right. His legs were the same length. It wasn't that. It was just that one high-heeled shoe. He loved that shoe. But it didn't match the flat he was wearing on his other foot. He was lopsided.
His latest story, "A Doorknob's Tale" written from the perspective of the bathroom doorknob at the 34th street McDonald's, had been rejected by yet another publisher. He was despondent.
She crumpled up the used tissue and flung it on the floor with a little "humph.". He picked it up. She did it again. He picked it up again. She was 30 years old. Marriage was occasionally not what he expected.
My patience was worn out by the endless quacking. Ducks everywhere. There were ducks as far as I could see. And the feathers were overwhelming. Overwhelming!
She put the cup down on the melamine coaster. It slid and slammed against the table, spraying hot chocolate down the front of his pants. "Oh!" she said. He walked away, disgusted.
The schedule SAID I was supposed to be on the bus. THAT bus. The bus that just left. Instead, I was standing on the corner. With a hell of a sandwich. A ham sandwich. A hell of a ham sandwich. Screw the bus. A bus is no ham sandwich.
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