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He wished to give the impression that he was dotty, but not too dotty. A loony but not a maniac.
I would like to live in the little cottage.
There’s a lot of air around here, if that’s what you want.
I think the air would do me good.
Where was he? He had no idea.
Oh, I’m sure everything will work out for you.
There was an awkward moment.
I am never irritable!
Who had ever been edgier than him?
From the height, there’s nowhere to go but down.
He smiles: the illusion of a smile. Pretense, fakery, but who’s to know?
What are you all talking about?
Just hang on a little longer.
I think it’s all gonna change soon.
And what will we find here? Favorite vegetables?
There is no hierarchy here. There never is in art. There is just expression.
Light. And passion. That is what we’re looking for.
Never mind. You can say you’re with me if you want.
It makes me want to do more adventurous things, like go downtown more often.
He makes everyone else seem boring.
He’s been so many places and has things to say.
He’s so different from anyone else here.
She had sat here so many times that she had heard it all before.
And the day isn’t over yet.
Life is not easy for anyone.
What are you all doing still standing here? Why aren’t you in your lines?
Why does everything feel off?
That didn’t feel like the whole truth.
He just had to be careful to seem detached, and deny any involvement.
It was like tagging someone and then running away.
If he was going to end up with the outcasts, he could at least choose his fate.
His voice was like a whip cracking.
There was nothing he could have done better.
I was just trying to help. Don’t be mad at me.
You don’t want to be left behind.
She knows what she is talking about.
You must be patient with her and she will come back.
She was there to make things better.
He had been through all of this before, and it was all familiar.
“Don’t like that,” he muttered. He would have to do something about it.
That’s enough disruption for today.
He did not always get it right.
They stood in line, quiet, embarrassed.
Now someone new and different had entered the territory.
Gone Fishin’
What do you want me to do?
I didn’t mean to be cross.
It explains everything.
You know the feeling.
I’m so glad you were able to come.

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