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   tossing back his coppery head, perry appears to squint at an imaginary airplane scudding across the sky. upon returning his gaze to woods ( oh, how he has one-upped him in their never-ending game of non-sequiturs! ): “i – must have skipped that lecture. quel dommage.”

    perry’s invented entire languages with his hats. languages plural, because each lends itself to a unique vocabulary and what is said through one cannot necessarily be translated to another. the most voluble among his chatty caps happens to be the most illustrative of this untranslatability: those with a nice floppy brim. a hat with a nice floppy brim also happens to be one he is wearing this evening.

    in the closest perry’s come to discretion, one gemmed index finger comes to land on the brink of the brim, all to dent it down over one eye ( in a most slippery slope ). bumping into one of perry’s former flames or flings is nearly as common as a bumblebee sighting in the summertime, especially when one is within the sweetness of a hive, and with woods’ growing comfort, they have taken kindly and frequently to a few along the sunny coast.