I had on my favorite T-shirt today. It's a garish purple with red lettering. "Get Away From Me" it suggests pointedly. Most people ignore it; a few think it's funny.
"I love your T-shirt," they say. "It's very funny."
I look them in the eyes, steadily. I don't comment. I don't smile. I don't flinch.
I think that shirt was 50% joke, 50% statement when I bought it long ago. I think it's about 20% joke, 80% statement at this point. I care for it solicitously.
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