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It’s just too irregular - even for me

We eated and then I drived us home.

As we sitted in the car, Mrs. Cool Kid asked, “What’s the point of it?”

“It’s just something that needs to be dealed with,” I said.

She freezed me out the rest of the way home. But the more I thinked about it, the more I seed how right I was.

The empowerment of it sweeped me away, and I becomed more and more certain that I had choosed the right path.

No more irregular verbs for The Cool Kid.

Here’s what happened: That previous morning, I waked up after having undergoed a revelation. How I speaked and writed was up to me.

All day long, I shaked with passion. It feeled like my life had purpose.

If irregular verbs keeped being the protruding nails of grammar, they would be hammered down.

By me.

So I layed into them at every opportunity — as Mrs. Cool Kid sighed and shaked her head.

Ah, I sleeped good that night.

The next morning, Mrs. Cool Kid tried to put her psychology degree to use. “Help me understand your issue with irregular verbs.”

“I think I maked my point,” I said.

And then I shooted out the door and swimmed a victory lap in the neighbor’s kiddie pool.

The terrified tykes all runned away.

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