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a short story about self-awareness, gratefulness, and singing a Paramore song

“I’m not buying gifts for those kids,” I told Frank. I scolded him all the time for rolling his eyes, so over the years he’d developed a way to transmute his eye-rolling energies into a more subtle and unobtrusive mannerism, which was to flatten his lips into an un-curved, glib smile, a reaction which he performed for me then as he wrapped gifts we’d al…