Miles: T-Rex was a bad guy.
Andrew: Why?
M: Because he ate meat.
A: But you eat meat. Are you a bad guy?
M: No, T-Rex *killed* its meat. We don't kill meat; we *buy* it.
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- The Director of Antiquities: A Photograph, 1953
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- A City Dweller (Réda)
- am my own zoo (Draesner)
- Chamber Heart (Duden)
- Five poems (Gräf)
- Graves (Sartorius)
- I shudder even now (Petri)
- in the year one, that was (Seiler)
- Ingeborg Bachmann Dies in Rome (Köhler)
- my birth year, sixty-three, that (Seiler)
- N. Crosses the Alps (Gräf)
- Responsorium (Duden)
- The Letter Scale (Réda)
2 comments:
I love this kid!
Moxie
Miles, after a lunch meeting, your Uncle Dan asked a person who was complaining about hunters, "Did you enjoy your meal?" (They had eaten some delicious meat.) You are very smart to be thinking about such things. We enjoyed every time we visited with you, like last time at the lake here in Michigan's Upper Peninsula where you and your dad used the big slide, and nobody fell off.
Aunt Barb
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