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Why am I talking to myself? I think I've spent too much time around Dave. I've also probably spent too much time sharing his genes. Why must our family tree be plagued by so many shameless soliloquists? I wonder if our young parents are like this? I wonder if I will ever find out? And what should I do in the meantime? Should I... Should I really work on completing my personal planetary quest? That whole thing where I learn to "play the rain?" I guess I should feel exhilarated to have the chance again after all these years. Of course I should. But then, Why does it sound like such a drag? I haven't played the violin in a long time. I wonder if I even remember how. Honestly I can't recall ever feeling less motivated to satisfy a looming obligation. I think my quest was fundamentally bound to the nature of this land, which was customized to the profile, needs, and potential for growth of a thirteen year-old girl. But I'm not that person anymore. What if I What if I just Didn't bother doing it? Like, ever? Would anyone notice my dereliction? Would the powers that be strike me down where I loaf? What if I just said fuck it? What then, silly pink tortoise shells? Hmmmm?? I guess I should stop procrastinating and have This Conversation with Kanaya.
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