After discovering our lives are in the hands (paws?) of mice, I felt the need to be philosophical and assert my place as a being capable of deep, meaningful thoughts.
That, and we ran out of flour, so I couldn't bake anything.
Playing on the idea that it's easier to confess to a stranger than someone you know? I guess it makes sense, if it's how people like using this form of communication. I'd rather know who I was talking to, at least for things like these. Speaking for anyone else or their preferences, well... I won't. It's just mine.
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I take it you're not one of them.
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That doesn't mean I'd be stupid enough to seek it though.
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So, you're not afraid because you know it's inevitable... That makes sense.
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That, and we ran out of flour, so I couldn't bake anything.
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I mean, if you die, you die. You can't stop it and it'll happen eventually. So you'll just end up going on to the next life.
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