It makes me feel ill and it makes me feel it and it makes me feel ill.

(Well, thank you for telling me that.)

Something rather huge is about to happen, I know this.

(Why does it worry you?)

It's so huge and massive, it will change my life. Remember T?

(Good god, of course I remember T, he would be so proud of you! To have got to where you wanted! Why does it scare you?)

I don't know, I don't know! Please leave me alone!
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( Oh well, don't worry, it won't be that good anyway. But T would have been pleased.)

I wish he knew.

(Maybe he does....)