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roryomalley:

Are you saying I’m some weird niche?

Oh, definitely. Like. How could you not be? Technology and dueling. That’s like, two potential niches. 

Because it was expected of you, so you expected it of yourself. Ingrained from childhood by society, see? Anyway, they start nudging you out way sooner than most people actually leave it, if you think on it.

How’d you escape the realm of expectations, huh? That just doesn’t feel fair. 

Oh, I miss the sun already.

I started missing the sun the second summer ended. 

Who, your mum?

Party foul, D. 

They kick us out of the nest too early. The big birds. 

Dunno. I willingly, like. Ran outta my nest.

If I was hungry enough, I wouldn’t be surprised if I could. I’m not exactly a small bloke. As for the marshmallows–what happened with the half?

Only counts as half because it only got half in before I was spewing marshmallow across the room. 

Or more holes for them to slip through. 

That’s what she said.

Unless at a certain point they start counteracting each other. 

No. You don’t think, do you --? No way, because, like. It’s when you have like headphones, and they manage to get tangled up with all the other things in your bag or whatever, like keys and junk? And so I think that’d happen with dream catchers and all the strings become a tangled mess so there’s just more spots for nightmares to get stuck in. 

In a minute? 6 maybe? I haven’t really tried.

Oh my god, seriously? Six hotdogs. Like, hot dogs. That’s -- an impressive notion about yourself, I’d say. Once I tried to see how many marshmallows I could fit in my mouth at one time. Ten -- and a half. 

I think the type for art is not me.

‘Kay then. So, how many hot dogs do you think you could eat in a minute?

Those must be some nightmares if you need another one. 

You can never have too many. 

I think, in a way, we’d all like to be able to do that. I know I would.

You’ll find your way of doing it. Anyway, I’ve got to be running. Not literally running. No way, there. Anyway -- I hope you feel better soon! 

A slew of fangirls? People can’t be that crazy. 

Oh, sure. They definitely are. Besides, you never know. There’s a niche for everyone, you know? 

Which is why I don’t intend to do it. Do you know what I think?

Tell me, Gene. What’s it you think?

I thought so. 

I should’ve brought my beads and things to make a new dream catcher.