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You...are...a...frige...with...wings...we...are...freaking...ballet...dancers!

You Are An Endless Project...changing, Evolving, Surprising.

"hello, Max," He Said Quietly, Searching My Face. "how Do You Feel?" Which Was A Ten On The 'imbecilic Question' Scale Of One To Ten. "why, I Feel Fine, Jeb," I Said Brightly. "how About You?" "any Nausea? Headache?" "yep. And It's Standing Here Talking To Me."

How Could You Stop Loving Me?

Even Needing To Get To Angel, We Couldn’t Forget The Basic Necessity Of Eating.