we teach each other. the nudge of an elbow. the raise of an eyebrow. of two. a half smile. full. an almost frown. a frown. we learn to identify little gestures. we articulate silences.
are you thinking what i am thinking? a gentle nod.
so light that no one would catch it. but we teach each other. and we learn.
oh my god, that is so disgusting. a quick blink. yes, i know. i feel the same way.
we speak with everything but our voices and we mould and train and teach our each other to understand them. we calibrate sarcasm: not too much, not too little, just right. we choreograph fights. we set up little arenas and we admit to an unsaid contract. i will not run away. u will not run away. we box and wrestle to glory. but we promise each other within that little arena, we will not run away.
we decide on words, phrases and sentences. our dictionary works differently. we just know. we listen. we learn. and we just know.
we set up little hoops. and we stand back and say: jump. and we pride ourselves at our silly performance. you won. i trained you well. we are team.
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