“We have access to words that describe our emotions, no? Both the positive and the negative, yes? And yet, it too often seems that we resort to wordless expressions of frustration that are squeezed out through the mouth like escaping air squeaking from the pinched neck of a deflating balloon.” The babysitter tapped her finger on the chair of the arm to call Ellen to attention. The babysitter, a college student, kept her back straight in judgment. The babysitter, recently reborn into the world via the power of carnal love, glanced at her phone to see if a text from Rolf had arrived and if so when he wanted to come over. Ellen, who didn’t want any of this garbage anywhere near her, shut her eyes and imagined the babysitter expired.
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