Are we not like two volumes of one book?

There are Two-Toned voices on rotary dial nightmares and incompetent receptionists ice nerve endings. Indian stereotype? No, social-security is a homebased issue. Pixelated Monocles in to foreign lifestyles, false or fantasy, pull from real life. 20th century sitting room setups are perfect for Blue-haired nagging rights. Yet, maybe I don't want someone to take home to mommy. ( 'cause really, mommy's never had such good taste) Just someone who feels like home to me. But it's her life goal, or last goal; and she's never been one to let up so easily. "What's wrong with you girls?" isn't something any of us understand or can put in to words. First, second, and third generation reticence. I'm just hoping she lets Up before sideswiped dishes, or grief, happens to anyone. Though I'll miss the peach cobbler more than she'll ever know. It's all fucking genetic.