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October 28, 2013

I can fly, she stated rather matter-of-factly.

You haven’t any wings, I pointed out.  And I was right.  I had seen her back at least three time already that day, and she didn’t even have small ones.

I don’t need wings to fly, she sniffed.

Fine, I said, get to it.  I want to see it.

She squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath until her face turned red.  I watched closely but her feet did not leave the ground.

I think you need to work on your technique, I said kindly.

This is what comes from eating leftover chili for breakfast, she sighed with a frown.

I wasn’t sure if she was talking about herself or me, so I just nodded and agreed.

Sometimes there is safety in ambiguity.



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