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a year of you This year required a lot of bottles. I’m not sure how many, I didn’t count. More than last year, but I didn’t know you last year, which still seems strange.

holiday cheer of the reluctant variety I despise the holidays, consumerism and plastered-on merriment wrapped in festive ribbons and shoved down my throat before I’ve even taken my Hallowe’en costume off. Every day a

beautiful uncertainties “Why do you do that?” he asks me, while I’m rinsing off my brushes. “Why do I do what?” “Why do you write things you don’t believe on the tables?” “I believe

the way home I am tiring of paths that lead to walls. I know each wall will have a door, but they’re difficult to find and even more difficult to open, and it takes

to help you see the whole truth I didn’t really question my mental state until giant owls started talking to me. Well, a giant owl. One is probably enough for sanity-doubting. Though I wasn’t

up to interpretation She doesn’t call them tests, but that’s what they are. She tests me all the time, pulling single cards out at unexpected moments and holding them out to me, impatiently waiting