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I am mostly hoping we convince each other to go to the beach or huddle and scheme.

It's possible to go out hoping to see someone even after seeing several other people. No bandaids, slow shrug offs.

I have a feeling that I already met you in almost every town I've hung out because you are in a similar boat, keep similar company, and arrive at a similar conclusion. There is a pervasive hope that you are being ironic/sarcastic in a way I can't read coming from an area with less communication skills needed.

Another evening that I go to bed at a reasonable time is comforting: many times fast asleep a familiar babe was a distinct possibility in my mind as some kinda future company.

Ben Kenobi wandered the desert of Tatooine, a planet known for its abundance of stone canyons further cut by several abandoned mines. In atonement for his past violence leveraging high ground, he instead found the deepest paths navigable where he always had the lower hand.

Shit maybe people don't like being compared to an allergen that provokes a visceral reaction in a clearly defined envelope of symptomatic response.

I came in on a boat the night we surely met and could not reasonably claim kinship while it was a blowout to contribute to social opportunities, to safely tincture away the glass grips, move out, and treat it fully at once. Any more paperwork would have buried me.

There are several questions and no idea which are embarrassing, cute idea that they face inward though. I wouldn’t deign to assume my core model of hope builds a sense of community.

in my ideal world I am a machine that turns wow what a babe into a clean place and consolidated context