That Hiccup was OptimismChristine Scanlon
there might have been other dimensions to know rather than this one world walking around with her long face— showing all the joy of a love-object embedded in half closed eyes. It seems we are both tired of being moved— of wearing holes on the outside of our dress—with someone else always pulling the strings intermittently—but Ouch!
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