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Her sign name looks like “Dimple,” and she is better at eating than any Thai person I know. The first night we met, she picked a seat near me on the ground and exuded a faint scent of flowers. It made me self-conscious. I myself smelled of chlorine: my clothes would not dry in the fan-stirred humidity of the house, and the warm, tropical air blew over me, lulling me into sleepy stillness after swimming. But they–all the Deaf I had just met–gathered around. They sat on the floor, signing with Berry. She was popular. Why would she sit by me? Continue reading

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desensitization therapy: a conversation

“When you walk into the room… It smells like…”

“Go on, David.”

“When you walk into the main sitting area—where they all are watching Jeopardy or I Love Lucy—the smell… that yellow urine smell just up and punches you in the face. Every day. A bruisy type sock in the nose, it’s that strong.”

“Interesting. This is, as you say, a real physical sensation?” Continue reading

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schoolspeak: things you hear from the hall

“Feel sorry for me. I fall in love with jerks and bearded guys and men who want to keep me skinny.”

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“I don’t know what the Stock Market is.”

“You want me to explain the whole Stock Market to you right now?” (he said snottily)

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Fertile is a bad word to use there.”

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We live in a world of conspiracy! See? Morticians have never done anything about drunk driving!”

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“We’re in this art museum. It’s gorgeous. Solid stuff, you know. Real deep… Then suddenly I notice the little dinosaurs. They’re literally everywhere. In the corners…next to the painting, beside the sculpture… The tiny plastic kind, like at the gas station. Then I look over, and there’s Dad. Standing there–smiling–high-fiving himself like a kindiegartner with too much candy.”

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“…praying drunk…”

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“If I were a man, I could fall in love with a girl with gap teeth.”

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“I’m excited about this!”

“You need to get a cat.”

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“It smells like illegal substances in here.”

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“Georgia on my mind…”

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“The way you’re wording this here… it sounds like… Well, if someone with Native American blood read this… they might… you know… Well, have Native American blood, back somewhere way back…not that I look it. I just wonder if you could put this… differently?”

“But that’s just how I write.”

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“…unfortunate ways of phrasing things…”

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“What’s that girl got a ghost costume on for?”

That is a boy. And don’t scream that: he’s in traditional garb.”

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“Put the phones away; I got your butts for ten more minutes.”

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“I think art is… making something mean more than the sum of its parts.”

“Yeah, technology may be cramping our style with this art thing.”

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“Homework for dayzzzzz….”

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“Can we do this democratically?”

“It’s like America: no one wants to vote.”

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“Let’s talk about blowing up.”

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