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February 2, 2015
Dacey! Dacey Graves.

— Oh, crap.

What?

— Another piece starting with a weird name.

I beg your pardon?

— Nobody is named Dacey Graves.

I am: Dacey Peach Gravenstein, actually.

— [Suspiciously] Dacey Peach: a guy.

I didn't say I was a guy.

— But you are: I imagine you are.

OK; well, I didn’t say I am. “Old woman!" Like from Holy Grail?

— Yeah.

So I am and I’m not. I’m just Dacey. You can call me Dace. Or Day. “Day Graves.” That’s sort of pretty: “Day Graves.”

— Hello.

Hello! I am “Day Dacey P. Peach Dosie Gràve P. Gravenstein. Stine.”

— You’re hot.

Thanks!