- Eve says the red jacket is ugly.
- Well, Eve's also wearing this canary bird jumper.
- Yes, I know. That is a bit off!
- Jeany is not coming to this junket.
- Yes, I know. It's gonna make her too sad, I guess.
- Well, that's the point of the junket, to ease the pain.
- Maybe she doesn't want to. Or maybe it won't.
- She never said it, in the end.
- She probably never wanted to.
- Yes, I know.
- I was going to tell you. I wanted to. I was just about to.
- Yes, I know. I could feel it in my bones.
- That sounds painful.
- He has already left the building.
- What a shame. I was going to talk to him.
- Yes, I know.
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You see, here you'll find poems and prose of opportunity and seasons. They're ours, though, so we have to protect them. Respect! Thank you!
Readers are welcome! If you are willing to follow the iconian path, you should know that it is always you we are talking to, even if it is not. And that everything is true, even if it is not. We all are eternally united in the last space possible where even the impossible is real. We ought to believe the foretold: If we'll meet tomorrow, next year, or never, it doesn't matter, it's only time! And everything, even time is fiction.
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