Clapping my hands quite loudly so that you can't possibly hear what I am saying... Spinning and dancing so that you can't completely see the heart that I have so haphazardly stitched upon my sleeve... Winking profusely so that you won't notice the salty drops welling in the corners of my eyes... Laughing so much that you will never fathom the part of my heart that just yesterday died... Dripping with rouge and other such tools of the harlequin optical illusion - blinding your eyes and inspiring a state of complete obtuse confusion. Ah, you want to know, and you do know, as much as I will let you see... For all of this and so much more comprises this girl they call "Dee." 