Superfluous Mimosas of the Future Past

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I, for one, intentionally avoid mirrors and unnecessary words but I catch myself, from time to time, falling casually into rhetoric and mimosas sound good on a hot day like today when I’d rather not mow the yard and sneeze all afternoon--wait, what(?)--I was avoiding mirrors and thinking and then the hot day, mimosas, rhetoric, mimetic patterns, the unconscious construction of sentences spoken with phrases like, “I for one,” which “I” already captures and now I’ve used all the unnecessary words too because of a lack of intentionality I wonder where do the days go?