It makes no difference, but it means they'll all be here...
I like horses, they’re my friends. Crazy beasts. Thick as a tropical fish. Sack of nerves, and without the brains to do anything about it but die. Or kill. Hungry. Didn’t eat breakfast. No time. Need to eat. Je t’aime, non plus. Its French. Had those bloody words going round my head for the last 3 days. No apparent reason. Just have been.
I think you might be crazy.
Who asked you, go away.
Fine.
Good.
Bastard.
Same to you. Gone? Good. Now what?
Hungry. Thanks. Oi! Didn’t I tell you to go away?
I can’t.
Why not?
Because I am you, and you cant get away from yourself, it just doesn’t work.
Bugger. Well can you at least pretend not to be there?
I’ll try, but it isn’t likely to work.
Just try. Now. I’m hungry. Nearly finished. 5 minutes left. Then got to take that crappy letter thing to reception for mr claytons pa. PA. not pa. P. A. P A.
Well, thats that. As you can see, I temporarily reinstated the colour coding, as at this point I had not begun size-coding.
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