He always promised he would write a song about me.
Not in those words.
Not in any words.
(he saw the danger in forcing together unwilling vowels and consonants)
His dictionary was in a continuous state of revision.
A simple handhold forced me to flip tirelessly through the pages of his latest edition.
At times I found myself searching for a shorter, less complicated dictionary.
One that wanted to be read.
One that I could read from front to back.
They seemed appealing at first.
But I have always been a fast reader.
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