On my way to work I pass a child in the driveway of a block of flats.
"Ten. nine, eight, six... Agh! Grr." she growls at herself in frustration.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three! Two! One! Ready or not, here I come!"
And I think her little growl of frustration is so cute. And I think of how many ways she's being human, in ways no
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