How long can I expect to keep blabbering to everyone about protons and using every bit of restraint not to yell at anything with patterns that aren't blinds if I just got put on a useless dose of sammy-kill (am I going to really take that named med as prescribed? pshhh. In the name, we know it's an OD med)
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"I don't know what I'm looking for."
"Why not?"
"Because...because...I think it might be because if I knew I wouldn't be able to look for them."
"What, are you crazy?"
"It's a possibility I haven't ruled out yet,"
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