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Matthew Pennock

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Half the girls in this train car wear gold earrings, large and oval, bisected
        by their names in script. They are yours because you name them,
        your Lekenya, your Mirellie, your Yesenia.

Excessively ornate, almost illegible, like your grandmother's cramped
        handwriting in a Hallmark card