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Sometimes you just want everyone to know what you’re thinking.

Everyone:

Fruit on the Bottom

and

“… for him all the girls in world were divided into two sorts: one sort was all the girls in the world except her, and these girls had all human weaknesses and were very ordinary girls; the other sort was her alone, with no weaknesses and higher than everything human.”

and

“Is London, Ontario really like a graveyard?” they all ask me and I saw “Well, it was in the winter, but man that was in the past.”

and

“He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.”

AND those are all nice things, and mostly not my own. Walking away.