Friday, February 11, 2011

morning converations with the humankind

'Ooh! You're wearing a pentagram!'- A. shouts whisperingly, her slightly scandalized tone for a moment overcoming the noise of a bustling locker room.
'Yes'- A pause- 'We get them all the time for killing babies.'- I deadpan, but the brilliancy of my comment goes unnoticed in all of the surrounding  commotion. I don't know whether to be glad or disappointed. 

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