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Language is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.

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I like birthday cake. It’s so symbolic. It’s a tempting symbol to load with something more complicated than just ‘Happy birthday!’ because it’s this emblem of childhood and a happy day.
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It’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
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I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…
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This is why everyone who eats a Whopper leaves a little more depressed than they were when they came in. Nobody cooked that burger.
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I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.
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The most so far, because she found the saddest thing of all to be the simple truth of her capacity to move on.
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Kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
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I watched as she added a question mark at the end. Arc, line, space, dot.
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But I loved George in part because he believed me; because if I stood in a cold, plain room and yelled FIRE, he would walk over and ask me why.
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We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.
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I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son.
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That at the same time of this very intimate act of concentrating so carefully on the details of our mother’s palm and fingertips.
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Language is the ticket to plot and character, after all, because both are built out of language.
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Built Character Language Out Plot Ticket
It was like we were exchanging codes, on how to be a father and a daughter, like we’d read about it in a manual, translated from another language, and were doing our best with what we could understand.
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But what I kept wondering about is this: that first second when she felt her skirt burning, what did she think?
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