Short-form writing with a long-winded hand.
"That’s a good free box, if I do say so myself. I’d be thrilled to happen upon that box if I walked by it.” For the past three weeks since we’ve signed the lease on a new apartment, I’ve been repeating this to Stephen ad nauseum, now more a recurring bit to annoy him than anything else.
I spent most of my Introduction to Linguistics class staring at myself on Zoom and silently admonishing the 19-year-olds who rudely kept their cameras off for the entirety of the course. My professor in training was a cute blonde German native who, by her own admission, couldn't pronounce "squirrel", and it pained me to see her grasping for even an iota of participation from her students.
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