I suffer from hiccups of mirth.
Strange bubblings of giddiness appear at the oddest of things.
For instance, when I stumble upon a word I never remember using before
in my own writing, I giggle. The find doesn’t have to be extraordinary; in fact,
it’s most often not. For example, last night, it was the word “hounded” that
sent a bloody good buzz through the veins.
It’s the silliest but briefest of highs, but, man, is it good!
Yes, my name is Chloe Stowe, and I hump words.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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