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i'm reading books that i grabbed from my mom's room. i love seeing the doggy-earred pages. i love knowing that i'm reading the same words she did and perhaps having similar thoughts about the story. it's funny how such little things help me feel still connected to her. i'll never get rid of these books. i wish we could have talked about them together. here's a good bit from a collection of fiction by kelly link:
"Everywhere you go in the woods you can hear things moving around. Maybe there are wolves or robbers or enormous spiders or little children with knives. Maybe there are beautiful women living in the trees. Maybe they're living in the trees so that the zombies can't get them. Just like Robin Hood. The women in the trees throw chunks of soap at the zombies and make up songs about how dumb the zombies are. They stand on branches, pull down their pants, and pee right on top of the zombies. Those zombies don't even notice."
i'm pretty sure mom liked that part, because i sure did.
"Everywhere you go in the woods you can hear things moving around. Maybe there are wolves or robbers or enormous spiders or little children with knives. Maybe there are beautiful women living in the trees. Maybe they're living in the trees so that the zombies can't get them. Just like Robin Hood. The women in the trees throw chunks of soap at the zombies and make up songs about how dumb the zombies are. They stand on branches, pull down their pants, and pee right on top of the zombies. Those zombies don't even notice."
i'm pretty sure mom liked that part, because i sure did.