At the art fair, I bought a ring made out of an old typewriter key with the letter Q. I wanted K for “Klara” but they were out of Ks. So I bought Q, which is my nickname for my kid. Now I’m thinking, though, that people might misunderstand. Not that I care but it might look like I’m trolling. Especially in academia.
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