Did anyone else learn the word "squalor" from the title of the J. D. Salinger story?
I scratched my head; I looked it up; I scratched my head some more.
I took it in metaphorically before I took it in the other way.
Now I have multiple squalors in me whenever I alight on one.
It's an insanely perfect-sounding word for itself.
The back here:
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