aeskhyne
He laughs.
"I love you because you're you," he says. "As much of you as I can tell you are, anyway. So if you like being you, it can't be that bad, right?"
"I love you because you're you," he says. "As much of you as I can tell you are, anyway. So if you like being you, it can't be that bad, right?"
aeskhyne
Trouble giggles.
"That just makes me think of gardening. Little flowers growing out of your head."
"That just makes me think of gardening. Little flowers growing out of your head."
aeskhyne
"Whatever you do, I'm betting it doesn't involve shears," he agrees. "Or little watering cans." He mimes pouring water on her head from such a miniature vessel.
"Nope. Nor fertilizer, plant food, or the direct use of sunshine to do anything but manufacture vitamin D."
"Yeah. I mean, I also write down that I need to grab flour the next time I'm at the grocery store and that I have a dentist appointment next Thursday, but I wouldn't carry them so consistently if I weren't also using them for processing and editing the contents of my head."
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