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The Virginia opossum has the most teeth

of any mammal in North America.

Even more impressive,

they hardly ever brag about it.

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Incorrect MI6 quotes 50/??

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"You'll ruin Christmas."

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Remember calming cat? Remember when tumblr was this color? If you don’t that’s fine. I just feel old and alone.

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“After learning my flight was detained 4 hours, I heard the announcement: if anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic, please come to the gate immediately. Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there. An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress, just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly. Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her problem? We told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she did this. I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly. Shu dow-a, shu-biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick, sho bit se-wee? The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—she stopped crying. She thought our flight had been canceled entirely. She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late. Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him. We called her son and I spoke with him in English. I told him I would stay with his mother until we got on the plane and would ride next to her—Southwest. She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it. Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and found out, of course, they had ten shared friends. Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours. She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering questions. She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—and was offering them to all the women at the gate. To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California, the lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies. And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—non-alcoholic—and the two little girls from our flight, one African American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice and lemonade, and they were covered with powdered sugar, too. And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing with green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere. And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought, this is the world I want to live in. The shared world. Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped—has seemed apprehensive about any other person. They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women, too. This can still happen anywhere. Not everything is lost.”

— Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.”

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30 Covers, 30 Days 2023: Day 13

Representing Day 13 is the Other/Experimental novel Life, Liberty, and the All-Day Breakfast Menu by Ollie Larsen! This cover was designed by the amazing returning designer, Amelia Nash.

Life, Liberty, and the All-Day Breakfast Menu

It's finally happening. After ten years of struggling to pay the bills while working towards their goals, Caden Harrison and River Day have finally managed to get their musical from workshop into production to (hopefully) become Broadway's next smash hit. However, the road to opening night is never an easy one. From fundraising struggles to casting woes to backstage struggles to arguments over revision, Caden and River will have to work harder than they ever have in retail in order to see their dream become a reality.

Told in a series of articles, diary entries, memos, letters, and text conversations, Life, Liberty, and the All-Day Breakfast Menu is a hilarious and heartfelt look at what it means to follow your dreams.

About the Author

Ollie wrote their first serialized novel at the age of six because xe didn't feel like coming up with a different subject for each sentence in their spelling assignment, which is how they learned that taking shortcuts often leads to more work in the end. It's also how xe learned that xe loved writing, and they haven't looked back since. Xe has been a NaNo participant since 2006, a member of the Typewriter Brigade since 2010, and an ML since 2020. They are proudly asexual, panromantic, and genderqueer.

About the Designer

Amelia Nash is a Canadian expat, now living in New York City, and wearer of many hats — designer, strategist, illustrator, storyteller, brand builder — showcasing her multidisciplinary creativity. As each pixel meets purpose under her deft touch, Amelia seeks to ignite change through creative cross-pollination, inviting you to explore the extraordinary in every detail. Amid her diverse creative ventures, catch her captivated by colour swatches or on a quest for the finest G&T.

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FB marketplace find, Olympia, Washington state

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"Thanks. I've been working on it."

The Guilty Blood – season 2, episode 1

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Unrestrained winter fun

@todaysbird

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— Where's Magnus? He wasn't here, was he? — We portaled in upstairs, we split up... — Oh, god.

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I don’t think we’re rick rolling each other enough anymore. 1. it CANNOT die out 2. this under saturated market is perfect for unsuspecting victims who’ve been lulled into a false sense of security. be the person you hate. bring back the dastardly link

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what even is the message here

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My dad was dealing with some mixed feelings so I told him "In therapy when something is too complicated to do a simple 'pro and contra list' we sometimes do an excercise where you imagine all these mixed feelings around a table in some kind of conference, letting each tell their bit and you leading the debate."

and my dad didn't really respond and just stared ahead so I kept preparing lunch. Until a few minutes later when he suddenly piped up: "I am having a bad time at the conference"

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summary of loustat in every universe:

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