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Call Me Twim

Ballet frog boy did not like labels or such. He called himself Twim, chulinger and Clutch. We asked him if he was ever a he, we, she, they. I don’t see the point of them, he said, dancing away. You can call me a Twim, for I love to swim. You can call me Chulinger, for my tongue has a dinger. You can call me a clutch, and I thank you oh so much. These other labels are for others, those born with a finger.

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