Wherein Halsted concocts the list of word types, and Jason crafts pamphlet copy around it:

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Wherein Jason engineers a list of word types, and Halsted annoints them with a flourish of language:

You innoculate me when you touch my sticky-note the way I previously only dreamed about. Once, when I asked you to click, you surprised me with a pendulous gesture I hope never to forget: you pressed your bunny-slippers against my complicated cheek, just like I had seen Dr. Ruth do once, in a movie or a dream. Explosively I breathed your name as we cradled the moment between us, then I gazed out at the sinking enigma and thought, finally, I had met the thoughtful, aluminum love of my life ... all you want is to intone me just like I do you.