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The eleven-year-old widened her eyes. I could see she was impressed; that she understood she'd just witnessed some new dimension of heretofore impossible-to-imagine familiarity and derangement between these two adult women. On the other hand, Bruce gasped. Though the gasp might have happened after the plucking, when my sister grabbed my finger and ate the spinach from it.

My father texts again-
2nd ketamine experience now over
I order another double round and then-
I'm OK it was quite a ride
And then-
Yeah I'm OK it's anytime you wanna talk I'll tell you about it

"Wag the dog", I tell my freshmen, is an image that houses an idea. "Irrelevant circumstances are dictating our actions" is an idea without an image. Give me images, I tell them. They give me images by way of cliches - as in, "My mother's loove was a gift." I say yes, an image, readers love images, but can you make the image your own? They describe the gift's wrappng paper. Better, I say. Still wrong, but better.

When we fight - which isn't often - if I cry, I always tell Bruce to ignore the tears. "That's not me," I say. "That's just society's conditioning."
And he says, "It's okay to have emotions."
And I say, "Please don't use that word with me."