This made me think about the (fictional) neighbourhood that Charlie Brown lives in. At some point before Halloween, someone from every house would have gotten together at a community meeting and unanimously agreed to give him rocks in his pillowcase. Not one objection. Did they hate him that much or his whole family?
"How will we know it's Charlie Brown when he shows up at the door?"
"Don't worry, he's an idiot. His costume will be f___ed up one way or another."
Then the community association head makes the sign of an L against her forehead and everyone laughs.
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We may curse our bad luck that it's sounds like its; who's sounds like whose; they're sounds like their (and there); and you're sounds like your. But if we are grown-ups who have been through full-time education, we have no excuse for muddling them up.
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