“What?” they ask,
“Do you want to be?”
“Not a what,” I say with glee.
They look confused.
They frown. They glare.
I smile back, a silent
“So there!”
“Do you want to be?”
“Not a what,” I say with glee.
They look confused.
They frown. They glare.
I smile back, a silent
“So there!”
They try again.
“What’s your career?”
I chortle –
“Now, that’s a better question,
My dear.”
twytte 
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