Wheeling Gull Isle Some kind of change, some kind of spinning away.

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Rendezvous site. Dinah had never heard that word before and kind of hated the sound of it. What's a rendezvous site? Oh, what a sweet summer child she was, so full of questions.
And then, it's like a bomb goes off at the revelation of the definition of shit. Her jaw falls slack, ears airplaning to the sides of her head. I came out of Mama's poophole? Dinah, in her short little life, was aware of the fact that poop was a verb and also a noun. A bewildered galaxy of red-blue explosives popped inside her head and may as well have blown the cap of her skull clean off. I'm turning two! I have to poop out puppies? I don't wanna do that!
And then began the waterworks.