by Wallace Taylor
You impressed me with your language skills. Once, I told you how much I love your love of nuance — I called it “trivia” then — and I thanked you for sharing your knowledge of the spoken word, though you corrected that you were "teaching" the "basics" of "communicating." No woman has taken such an interest in my growth, and no one has more encouraged me to recognize the heights to which I must climb. So, having spent these years learning that “you” always comes before “I” and that “me” is almost never right, I am ready to move up to another class. Goodbye. Bitch.
Wallace Taylor is not perfect, and is not a perfect writer, but at least he knows it.