Mother looked at the ladder, at the twin lofted beds, at the desk, at the closet, at the throw pillows, at the cheap decorations, at the artwork, at the Christmas lighting, at a rain lamp that I'd acquired a few weeks earlier.
Aunt Jennifer's tigers prance across a screen, Bright topaz denizens of a world of green. They do not fear the men beneath the tree; They pace in sleek chivalric certainty.
His friends called him Dictionary. There were other names they called him that were far worse.
Dictionary.
And lonely as it is, that loneliness Will be more lonely ere it will be less — A blanker whiteness of benighted snow With no expression, nothing to express.
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