fifteen fancies

[ann_withane]

It's strange. I was older yesterday, and I'm older today, but it's a different sort of older. Yesterday I was older but I was still me, but today I'm older and I feel like I'm from somewhere else. I don't really know how to explain it

Comments

[winewomenand]

Why hello there.

SCREAM

[abouttohappen]

Robin! How are you?

IT HAD TO HAPPEN EVENTUALLY

[winewomenand]

As always, I am perfect in every way shape and form, and excellent to behold. As well as quite interested in what's become of you over here.

TWELVE, ROBIN. SHE'S STILL TWELVE. (don't be fooled. ilit)

[abouttohappen]

That's right! I don't think we knew each other the last time I was older. I don't get to be older very often. But I suppose if I did get older often, the actual process of growing up would be less fun.

AS IF THAT STOPS HIM

[winewomenand]

I would not know. I have never been through the process of growing up. But I am glad that you apparently enjoy it to the point of doing it more than once.

SOB

[abouttohappen]

Does that mean you're still a child, or that you were born grown up?

/CREEPS

[winewomenand]

You are making it way too complicated, Anne. I was never born. I simply was not, and then I was. My kind breeds the very old-fashioned way. Call it cellular mitosis or call it magic, it doesn't matter to me.

/cries

[abouttohappen]

So you never got to be a little child? How sad! The only thing more fun than being a grown up, I think, is being a little child. How much you've missed!

[winewomenand]

How much have I missed?

Ah, nothing of value, no doubt. I hate children as a rule.

[abouttohappen]

You hurt my feelings, Robin! I'm still a child, you know.