by Derek Flynn
I heard a Ruts song on the radio last night and thought of you. You were an exchange student, only over here for six months. We met when I was busking on Grafton Street. I sang “Simple Twist of Fate” and you said it was your favourite song. You went to throw me some money but accidentally threw me a dollar.
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“Are you calling my dictionary a liar?” I roughly say, non-guttural accent in mind, somewhat guttural accent in speech, but not enough guttural accent to convey my point. And all the same, I don’t know how to correctly say liar in Russian. I would ask my eight-inch thick dictionary, which I’m holding in one hand, but it is wet from the rain and the pages are sticking. I need to choose my words judiciously because soon it will tear.
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Mental illness comes with a nasty stigma attached. It sucks, it’s awful, wrong, and ignorant.
lacking knowledge or awareness in general; uneducated or unsophisticated.
“he was told constantly that he was ignorant and stupid”
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Okay, Aamir says, and I try to roll my eyes but my happiness betrays me. In an attempt to hide the effect of his friendship I tilt my smile to the sky. The stars are faded and broken, hidden above a veil of smog and dust blown in from one desert or the other.
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