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gloss, n.
  1. A brief explanatory note usually inserted in the margin or between lines of a text.
  2. An extensive commentary, often accompanying a text or publication.
  3. A purposefully misleading interpretation or explanation.
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~ Sunday, May 08, 2005 ~

Aww.
My apartment complex has a large courtyard surrounded on three sides by buildings. The fourth side is opened to the street. The courtyard is basically one giant lawn divided up by concrete paths leading from the street to the various buildings, and there are two children who regularly ride their bikes around the paths. I'm on the fourth floor, but these children--especially the girl--has a powerful pair of lungs, and when I'm working at my computer I get to hear every one of her little announcements, her bossy remarks to the other kid, her demands on her parents (one of whom is always out there with her), and whatever else she shouts out for the benefit of the rest of the apartment-dwellers. This is what I overheard this morning.

Kid: Mommy!
...
Kid: Moooooommy!!
Mom (peevishly): What?
Kid: I love you!

Current Music: Noah Built the Ark (Talitha's version) (in my head)

~ prattled by Miriam at 11:38 a.m. [+] ~ 2 comment

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