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is getting more like Ed Norton every day. Remember Norton signing anything? He would spend about thirty seconds brushing off the paper and waving his arms around before Ralph would scream at him to just sign the paper.
This morning she was getting ready to leave for school. Her bike had been sitting outside overnight and had gathered a bit of dust. She raised her right leg to throw it over the saddle, when what to her wandering eye should appear but some dust right where she was aiming. She put her foot down and carefully brushed away the dust, then hiked her leg again. Still perched on one leg like some kind of duck pretending to be a heron, she brushed away more specks of dirt. It took her three tries to get the seat clean enough to suit her, then brushed her hands for another thirty seconds.
All this to get on her motorcycle and ride away. Cheese!
It must run in her family. Last night her uncle came to visit from Iowa and parked in Felycia's parking space. For various reasons unrelated to this narrative, the uncle had to move his car. He opened the door on the driver's side, went back to the trunk and got his hat, picked up a feather lying on the ground and stuck it in the band, put the hat on, took it off, dusted the brim and folded it just so, put it back on, took it off so he could get in the car without knocking it off, sat down, got up again and dusted off the seat, sat back down, put on the hat, adjusted the seat and mirrors to suit him, looked in the mirror and adjusted his hat, all just to move the car a hundred feet.
Those two can fiddle-fart around more than anyone I've ever seen.
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