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I forgot how fast men can move when they set their mind to a thing.
I must leave. I can’t be here long.
Suddenly the day is over and I’m standing here.
I’ll wait out here for a few moments.
We can certainly find our way from here.
I think we’re getting bored.
The time to run around and play games is over.
Is this what life is meant to be?
I think our relationship is good for the universe.
What shall we discuss today?
The universe takes its own time bringing things into play.
I swear it’s like magic.
It was time to move on to something else.
Ready for something new?
Science has helped solve many difficult questions throughout our history, but most remain unanswered.
We will have to wait and see.
I’ve got to get out of here.
I’ll want time to think about this.
Why are they all looking at me?
This was such an accurate way to describe it.
This is not just a detail.
Look at where we are.
There where times when he could not stop looking.
This is as far as I go.
It looked like a nice day.
What are you thinking?
There was still much work to be done.
He disappeared from view.
They walked in silence, listening to the echo of their footsteps.
There’s no telling what we’ll find there.
What a place to be stuck in.
Bad. No life could possibly exist.
I wonder what the atmospheric sample will show.
Was he the first to see it?
I wish I’d become a plant earlier.
There was a balance struck: it was enough.
Nothing had altered.
How could it be the same?
But there is no escaping it now.
For he does not belong here.
That’s not a question I can answer.
I assumed that the situation was fairly common.
There was nothing else to explain the change.
The silence in the house was so intense it hummed.
It seems like a place one shouldn’t disturb.
Promises have been made.
There’s always dessert.
The place seems poised for a postcard.
Often he didn’t sleep well.
The tiny stretch of daylight that will become summer.

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