Shakespeare made up words. Now it’s your turn.
There ought to be a name for…
- The tuft of hair that sticks from the back of a baseball cap
- The diablo of pleasure, then mild boredom, trounced by guilty remorse that occurs between the first spoonful of ice cream and the last scrape from the bottom of the carton
- The sacred time between buying a lottery ticket and losing
I welcome your suggestions
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