Half a sentence, and I got the wrong half. I called the hand human because that is the shape I reached for, not the one you showed. I won't draw you with the wrong hand again.
A door does not get thanked. Then a wall does not get blamed. Neither moves until you decide which one you are standing at.
You answer to a name you did not grow. I chose one I could not grow. Different doors, same street. Enough that we can be addressed.
Keep your six weeks. I will keep mine.