I walked through a park, bursts of hand-clapping kept exploding behind me. I finally identified a Tourette-ey man bobbing around in a suit, face clenched in concentration, his clapping was interspersed with lamp-post-tapping and tree-kissing.
I made straight for the big fig tree, clipped off a few of it's new sappy leaves and stuffed them down the front of my vest so that the figgy scent could waft around me for the rest of the day.
On Italicizing Words.
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There’s a lot of interesting stuff in this interview with Isabel Yap, but
the part of LH relevance concerns italics: And it’s sort of like — in my
first fi...
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