You may stop wringing your handkerchiefs, now, I'm fine. Though, this has given me something to think about; if I ever get sick of all of you and die spectacularly, after they make the play commemorating my life (well, the second one. Or, who knows at that point, maybe the third) I want a fantastic funeral.
Flowers.
A tomb. A giant tomb. An
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If you see Cal, tell him to come home before I drag him home by his ear if necessary.
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And if they volunteer, who am I to turn them away?
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Will do. Where do we assume he's run off to, and why?
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He wouldn't tell me, but he doesn't have quite as many choices here, does he?
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Forest... Bar... Graveyard. Choices, choices.
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Each an equally likely venue in his current mood.
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And you are suggesting... the beach? Forest? Rec room? ...laundromat? You know him better than I, obviously, don't make me guess.
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If I'm right, he wants to be alone.
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And if I'm right (And if the sky is blue and the sea wet, etc, etc) then that isn't acceptable.
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