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| Mr. Wiggles |
Me: I love the way you follow me.
Mr. Wiggles: That's my job. I find somebody to love and follow.
Me: God made you a wonderful being.
Mr. Wiggles: You too.
Meadow: I feel the same!
Me: I know a poem . . .
Meadow: Yes, me too. "Mine, O thou Lord of life, send my roots rain."
Me: How could you. . .?
Meadow: How could I not?
Me: You can't change the past.
Heart: No, it changes you.
Me: It's immutable.
Heart: It does fade though, like everything else.
Me: When?
Heart: When it doesn't matter.
Me: That sounds negative.
Heart: Would you have me be a Pollyanna?
Me: No one knows what that means anymore.
Heart: Like I said, it doesn't matter.
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