Looking for a diamond where the pressure left its mark

[sovay]

Last night for my niece's all-but-sleepover with the twins, we watched National Velvet (1944), which none of them had encountered in years of riding lessons and generalized horse-madness. It was well-received, with questions about the exchange rates of century-old pre-decimal currency and universal indignation that Velvet couldn't have won riding as a female jockey in her own right, so I should remember to tell them about Rachael Blackmore. I am now being serenaded by three ten-year-olds who may not remember any of the lyrics beyond the title tongue-twister of "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious," but they are invested in saying it loud enough for sure.

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[selkie]

HEY I DIDN'T INVITE YOU TO TALKIE WINDOW BECAUSE I THOUGHT

I THOUGHT YOUR EARS MIGHT BE FULL OF DIN ALREADY

HEY WAS I RIGHT

HEY YOU CAN JUST PICTURE SOME SULLEN NOSTRILS

HEY

[sovay]

HEY YOU CAN JUST PICTURE SOME SULLEN NOSTRILS

TELL THOSE NOSTRILS I LOVE THEM.