At the start of the pandemic, my son learned to count to twenty while washing his hands.
…十三、十四、十五、十六、十七、十八、十九、二十！
Least year, he learned the alphabet song at the lavatory.
a, b, c, d, e, f, g, h, i, j, k, l-m-n-o-p, q, r, s, t, u, v, w, x, y, and ….
Now, he wails for a few seconds.
“AAeeeeAAAEeeeeeeAAAEeeee”
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Yes, everybody has his own trademark – or someone else’s for that matter, since we seem to be plagiarizing all the time.
Borges on Writing, page 26
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