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kinda silky, yet kinda awkward...
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that z, just crying out at the abuses against its human rights that force it to be a 'z' rather than a much free-er 'th'...
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like a name on the wind...
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waiting patiently to trip you up...
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now stand in a queue in a shop, mentally running through your shopping list to make sure nothing has evaded you and you return from the shops triumphant, a hero, a true being of the age...
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you have the milk, the stuff of the shelf of decay, maybe even a cheeky bag of skittles, all of these items you can purchase without ever actually having to say anything to the cashier (should the mood strike you)
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and now we come to the items behind the counter, the items you can't have unless you interact directly with the aforementioned cashier - the security packaged razor blades, the pokemon cards, the...
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and watch how you just can't say it without sound like you have just completely lost the ability to talk, you watch as that 'z' jabs its way toward being a 'th', your tongue gets fat, and you can't even begin to say the word correctly...
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a drunken slurring in the middle, a enforced linguistic abbreviation, i don't know what it is... but all the time in the queue, and any other time chatting with your mates - no problem
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but right here, right now... no-go
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and it sounds like you can't talk...
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and you just hope the cashier doesn't ask you to repeat yourself...
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