I don’t know where I’m going with this, but there’s some kind of scream coming. Something to topple a tree in a forest or something to charge the dead batteries on the table. I’ve been meaning to take them out.
It was the familiar ball of fear, strong as a brain in my chest. This was only last week. Can I do this again, can I operate on the wrong side of idiotic versus brave and come through again? Well of course, but will I?
heh heh heh
Oh will I? Oh dear oh no will I? What’s she gonna do?
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