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Thursday, April 16, 2015

Another one for the ages


Vintage Carrie (who has only been awake and functioning for half an hour today) at the bus stop, chattering nonstop about how her class was discussing reincarnation:

"I'm a squirrel." Changing her voice, "I'm a flower." Changing her voice again, "I'm a cow. I give milk and am scarred in India."

My brain decodes. "Sacred. Not scarred, from boo-boos. Sacred is holy, worshipped. Also not scared- frightened, afraid."

The bus takes her away.

Oy vey.

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