by Rachel Dull I wonâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t be able to tell you when you have barbecue sauce on your cheek, latte foam on your nose, or a price tag affixed to your elbow, because I do not want to be the one to initialize the embarrassment you did not know you should be feeling. Wouldnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t it be better for you to notice your faux pas yourself, preserving the possibility that no one else saw? I will help you out by staring at your dishevelment. Then, I will surreptitiously wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, glance down to check that my zipper is closed, and run my tongue over my teeth looking for debris in the crevices. Italian parsley: A ubiquitous garnish For pasta and teeth
Rachel Dull is a professional data manager, classic over-thinker, and zealous friend. At last, her creative writing degree from the University of Michigan Residential College makes sense, though the math minor still does not. Her work has previously appeared in Hoot Review.
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