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December 30th, 2020

Oh, what did she just say about me?

I could blow up that mountain that she lives on if I thought for one moment that it would make a good story.

I could follow a wolf around for a year. I could see some falcons raise their young...

I could make fire! There would be fire! Lots of fire!

It's fun to dream, but ultimately she's right. I can't do anything to her. I don't have the attention span.