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by M.T. Anderson

where we could see the stars. “Whoa,” I said. “Isn’t it beautiful?” “It’s like . . . ,” I said. “It’s like a squid in love with the sky.”

Interesting way to describe stars...

“You’re one funny enchilada,”

Okay, sure, fine, whatever swings your string, and she was all, Babycakes, you swing my string, which is a nice thing for someone to say to you, especially before you use mouthwash.

Omigod, I know. Like, thanks for the heapin’ helpings of yawn banquet.

“You’re as handsome as a duck in butter.”

“We Americans,” he said, “are interested only in the consumption of our products. We have no interest in how they were produced, or what happens to them” — he pointed at his daughter — “what happens to them once we discard them, once we throw them away.”