People easily mistake neurodivergent speech patterns and communication styles for run-of-the-mill pretentiousness.
My ancestors, watching me dump an entire stick of cinnamon, two cloves, an allspice berry, and a generous grating of nutmeg into my tea, sweetened with white sugar and loaded with cream, while I sit in my clean warm house surrounded by books, 25+ outfits for different occasions, and 6 pairs of shoes, in a building heated so well I have the windows open in mid-autumn:
Our daughter prospers. We are proud of her. She has never labored in a field but knows riches we could not have imagined.
Not sure how this works. I'll figure things out as I go. But for now, I hope what I have isn't difficult to navigate.
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