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i am predictable, tiny, and lovable.
i lie too much.
i am complicated.
i take pinky promises to the death.
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"if you stand right fronting and face to face to a fact, you will see the sun glimmer on both its surfaces, as if it were a cimeter, and feel its sweeet edge dividing you through the heart and marrow, and so you will happily conclude your mortal career. be it life or death, we crave only reality. if we are really dying, let us hear the rattle in our throats and feel cold in the extremities; if we are alive, let us go about our business."
- henry david thoreau
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