there should be a song, yo. awping, yawping.
mama will be at awp in chitown. mama would love to drink the whiskeys with you. mama would love to feel the soft down on your knuckles graze her fingers as our hands clasp in what is known as a handshake. yes, mama shakes hands occasionally. occasionally mama does those live-living things.
mama will be hanging at the Imaginary Friends Press table (416, yo) and also at the Kestrel table...
if you bring mama bourbons she will dance. if you bring mama books she will jump into your arms. if you bring mama snark she will bounce, yo. if you bring mama words, she will make pinatas & candy will fall into your mouths.
yours,
mama
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