Sep 22, 2004 22:51
'What do you think you're doing?' He said.
'I think I'm surviving', I said.
'I think I'm growing up', I said.
'I think I might be winning', I said.
Remember everything I told you. Both of you.
Every last little bit of it.
Game on.
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I don't think I've ever been better in a long time.
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But I'll take your word on it. I suppose it takes all kinds.
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I rather imagine that it will follow to the end I write, now. It certainly looks like it, at least.
I rather imagine.
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Date it and give it to someone else.
If it all works out, you'll not only be right but you'll have a career as a Seer in front of you.
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I think that's the second time my subtle humour's fallen on deaf ears on these things.
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I think it's because I'm growing more aware of the sweetness and charm of one in particular.
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And the world is hostile. I'm just your greeter and tour guide. There are many things out there worse than me. Consider me a learning experience.
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It's not sappy to be a bit glad you have a best friend, Terry. Especially when they bring you dinner when you miss, every time.
Especially when it's roast for dinner.
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And it's sappy to speak like that of whatever you've got. I'm glad I never went through that period. And if you think you remember me doing anything like that for anyone, it's obviously a false memory.
And you should skip more meals, not less. You're not a Ravenclaw unless you're fainting from intellectual hunger.
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I've got plenty of intellectual hunger. I just don't feel the need to compliment it with physical hunger.
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And fasting is good for you. Teaches your body who's boss, and that it's not it.
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