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06:00 am: The Orator
Last night after Teddy finished his dinner, he stood up on his chair and held forth at great length about, well, something. There was a lot of pointing involved, and enormous emotional import. And he was loud (but not angry or upset).

Peter and I couldn't decide if he was rehearsing a role for his career as an actor, practicing his pontificating for his job in politics (or academia), or shouting portents of doom in anticipation of life as a street-corner prophet.

Or I suppose he could have a more traditional role in clergy. That would be the very definition of rebellion.

Current Location: Boston
Current Mood: scaredscared
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