This is sorta like chat in a way, yet so unlike Scrabble. My mind's honestly blank, suddenly, perhaps it's my demoted status, I'm literally standing at one of the few computers available, genuinely missing (but not showing it) the luxury of sitting. Yes, there are class levels even at the library, and I'm at the bottom.
Another challenge to my dignity, a seriously how-much-is-this-worth-to-you lesson in how much will she keep sacrificing? Even to me it remains pure mystery, and that's my saving grace, I guess. Clearing my head...
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Someday my life will be defined by horses, for now it's the seasons
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