In my dreams I'm climbing. My hands grip wooden railings and the edges of bricks. I pull myself over balconies and stand on the knobs of doors. I brush flakes of paint from my hands onto my pants and look over a small inlet to apartments across the water. There is a light there, blocked by a friend I only know when I'm asleep. I think routes, maps
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It does.
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sometimes it is.
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I have this terrible habit of being beguiled by phrases that seem like they'd be so cool on a T-shirt.
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You've summed up two large chunks of both my lives in two manageable bytes.
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From what I've read, you certainly can hold your own.
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I'm just a wee intimidated is all.
You're, um, rather amazing.
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our son is six weeks old, and neither of us has threatened to kill him yet, so i think we're doing well.
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Well, no, but sometimes I understand where they're coming from when they say it, though I would never apply that sort of "oh my god, this person" fear to me.
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