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Sometimes I rush him because I’m so extremely opposite that if I learned how to tie my shoes, the knowledge’s been forgotten. I fly out the door without my wallet, laces trailing, a granola bar I found at the bottom of my purse half in my mouth. My coat has an inkstain on the pocket. My hair has not been brushed in years. I’m usually yelling, come on, COME ON by the time I reach the front door and in severe impatience, I’ll call him from my cellphone. I’ve never made a sandwich that wasn’t destroyed somehow before I even started eating it. Many of the dishes I wash end up breaking or cracking or getting lost under the couch or worn as a hat and then forgotten about. I flap around aimlessly like a muppet bird, breaking limbs, smashing lamps, losing everything I own in bizarre places. (Zosia Blue)
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