A man approached me at the gallery opening. “Artist or patron?” he asked.
“Artist.”
“What is your art?” he asked.
“I control cats telepathically.”
He smiled. “Is there money in that?”
“You wouldn’t understand,” I said.
“Why not?” he asked.
“Because you’re a lemur,” I said.
He walked away. But I stand by what I said.
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