Mabel’s complaining bitterly, yet again, that her math textbook makes things unnecessarily hard and confusing. She says, “And the authors all look like crazy old men with jutting teeth and evil eyes.” I start to laugh. “Really! I’ll show you the picture. Look, and they’re all wearing sweaters, too. They look like the kind of people I’d feel really awkward around. Like they’d say ‘Why don’t you go play with the toys downstairs?’ And they’re all little baby toys. Look, it says one of them is even deceased, they’re so old. They call it [‘textbook title,’] but it’s really a form of torture.”
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