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She smiled nervously and made no reply.
Tell me what you think it means.
Much of this makes us happy.
Everybody wins.
Through the years to come, she’d remember these days of calm.
Or maybe there was nothing.
It’s not magic or anything.
It looked somewhat quaint there.
Of course I need to be somewhere.
That’s all I can say about it.
What are we to make of it?
I’d like to feel that there is meaning in this.
So weirdly beautiful.
Who knows.
He was just telling a story.
We’re all friends here.
Why did you just do that?
It was the proudest day of his life.
They were going to conquer the world!
They were going to be friends.
You’re alive!
Then why did you come here?
Where was I? In dark woods.
Time ran out.
They had nothing and everything to do.
You going to be okay?
You should be able to feel it.
Who were you talking to?
Did you see this?
And there was just the sound of the wind.
This isn’t a new argument.
It’s real, and it’s happening.
Well, that’s sweet.
There’s more than one way to be smart.
Cows make friends for life.
What do you want to do now?
Nothing had changed.
Some things should remain unnoted.
We should go or we’ll be late.
Where are you going tonight?
I think it’s a way out.
Want company?
You’d think the world was just the same as it was last week.
Never mind, she tells herself. It’s a dream. Leave it at that.
She’s not angry tonight, at least not yet.
Time feels as if it is standing still.
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly.
They appear calm in spite of the situation.
The time to run around and play games is over.
I hear my thoughts and laugh out loud.