The History of SnowmenOnce upon a time there was a snowman named Luciano. His mother, Florence the snowwoman, was a fan of things that were or seemed Italian, and somewhere in that hobby, she decided Luciano would be a great name for a snowbaby. Mr. Florence wasn't hugely concerned with names because he was a rocket scientist/master philosopher, but the philosophy of language didn't interest him so he left names up to Florence.The History of Snowmen
Luciano was a very well-mannered snowman. He never smoked the traditional corn cob pipe out of respect for people who have allergies to corn or to the smoke. (He also somewhat doubted the wisdom of a snowperson voluntarily han
WasteCall me Anna, she says, hoping they’ll get the vague reference, but they never do, mainly because it’s too obtuse, and partly because nobody really reads Moby Dick these days.Waste
But it matters not, nothing ever does. She wears her hair swept up and her mind swept away. There are the remains of a meal speckled upon her collar and down the front of her top, but people make sure not to comment. It wouldn’t be right, but that’s for later.
First, call her Anna. Heroines always had such exciting names, she mourned, drowning in jealousy that she instantly hated them all. She embraced the plain out of spite, and insisted that
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