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Tarayou remind me of someone I do she stabs a clump of scrambled eggs Uh huh I say but I don’t know exactly who I pepper my eggs she sneezes Joan Armatrading sings in our house She’s going to be at the women’s festival Really I say thinking about who Tara reminds me of I had some weird flashbacks last night I sprinkle cinammon on my toast I’m sorry honey she says sings softly to herself You know you should really join a choir I say you have such a good voice she wrinkles her nose doesn’t think she’s good at anything Who do I remind you of she flips her skinny rat tail braid behind her I shrug my shoulders Can’t remember she sighs I chew my toast say Who’s going to be at the festival Tara stops chewing for a second looks at me Joan Armatrading Oh yeah I say tap my fork against the
