OK, OK. I get it. I won’t worry.
Don’t worry about a thing.
I am an axe. Hit things with me.
Gone Fishin’
I’m just trying to get to know you.
Don’t try to get under my skin, OK?
Fingers of light are hauling the sunrise up over the horizon.
Too smart is too restless and no happiness, ever.
I was too smart for my own good.
It’s not like the tension goes away — it just get boring.
Not sure who’s leaving who at this point.
You haven’t been here long, huh?
Don’t take this the wrong way, but you look like hell.
What is the theme of this story?
Nobody else is around.
A whole world of foreignness upon the horizon.
So please come out when it’s summer and we will live by the sea.
Time flies like an arrow and accelerates as we age.
She believes she may close her eyes and take a deep breath.
People carry the storms of the things they once did.
I suppose you’re probably hungry as well.
The most outlandish of all are the spiritualists.
It’s only you and me now.
Wind plays in the trees’ bony upper boughs.
There can’t be a patch of earth that has not had someone’s boot put upon it.
The sea, the sea!
At this lofty altitude the wind is altogether more fierce.
She has always imagined herself being weightless.
It’s just us and the sky.
Look over there. What an incredible thing.
But I do like the countryside. I like the space and the quiet.
One thing about civilisation, it keeps people warm.
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