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Wrote dis... Not sure what for... Her laugh isnt one learned sitting on a stump, stoop or in the wild woods, but one whose air is all tangled in privilege. A laugh whose lips curl over the teeth as if to hold something in, giving it a sound like a hollow tree trunk. Because once at dinner when she was young, her sister told a joke about a penguin, and Wren spit sorbet right into the fourth course-endive salad. She was embarrassed to be overcome like that; the way folks do when they learn to laugh outside, and your lips cant curl over your soul no matter how full your mouth is.
Posted on: Sun, 04 Jan 2015 18:54:43 +0000

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