Overture Downs your mother's throat clicks and my spirit swims right to the hook
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she was granted a very hasty education in how far too far actually was. 

clearly, she'd overplayed her hand.

clearly, phaedra wasn't socialized -- much less civilized. 

the dusky boy was a-trotting away and her brain's rheostat for empathy nearly slid to OUTPUT before shorting out and leaving her feeling rather mentally dimmed instead. a moment she stood there, scuffing the dirt, muttering to herself and flustered to think she'd vested her name and gained nothing from him. it was an effective tactic for disempowering haughty girls. she knew she hadn't won anything here, except for maybe a vapid taste in her mouth to ponder.  

when you out-crazy the local crazy, is it even that impressive, or is it just kind of, well, sad?

she watched him stanky leg into the sunset, then took out her frustration on a rock by sidearming it into the water. not to be given even the simple satisfaction of a cool respite, the stone sank without skipping even once. bummer. 

turning with a harrumph, phaedra departed in the opposite direction of him, giving the rest of the day over to following the river upstream as her conscience and common vanity were reconciled.
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RE: your mother's throat clicks and my spirit swims right to the hook - by Phaedra - October 13, 2021, 04:34 PM