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Ma’s staring out the window. Her shadow’s all long across the soft gray floor, I never saw such a long one.
It’s like a TV planet that’s all about us, persons saying “Good morning” and “Welcome to the Cumberland” and “Congratulations,”
Dr. Clay says my eyes are super sharp but they’re not used to looking far away yet, I need to stretch them out the window.
“… like a newborn in many ways, despite his remarkably accelerated literacy and numeracy,” he’s saying to Ma. I’m listening hard because it’s me that’s the he.
I prefer to wear them when I’m on the bed, I wave my feet in the air and the shoes fight each other and make friends again.
The shadows are all long again now, mine waves right across our room on the green wall.
I remember manners, that’s when persons are scared to make other persons mad.
‘World is suddener than we fancy it.’
“Are they just resting for a little while because they’re famous?” “These ones were born here, actually, right in this tank.” It’s the Pilar woman.
“The whole living-on-less thing, it couldn’t be more zeitgeisty.” Ma bursts out laughing.
“That’s why God gave you a mouth to breathe through. Plan B,” says Ma.

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