Someone’s Familial Specifications
Someone carefully defines his identity:
You make a good case for July. –I am not your mother.
Yes, you say that – but how can I be sure?? They do some wacky things with hormones and cloning and time machines nowadays. (Actually, I do know who you are now. Note, gentle readers, that surfing off your own personal bookmarks page significantly reduces the odds of you being taken for an International Man of Mystery.)
Meanwhile, someone else seems to be confusing me with the kind of girl who shaves her legs and can do high kicks without falling down:
Her name was yami, she was a showgirl…
Huh. You’ll have to introduce us sometime.