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If I could, I would hug the whole world, and even the rainbows would be my friends! . . . I guess those cookies really are taking effect.
I can explain it to you but I can't understand it for you.
And, like, maybe no matter how hard I investigate, I'll never find one real murderer among all these decoys. There're just so many different kinds of bad.
The Frieds have these two enormous dogs, Pasta Batman and Marco Baseball. They're both some kind of Great Dane/Saint Bernard/werewolf hybrid. I remember the first time I came over, we pulled up in Mrs. Fried's truck, and my first thought upon seeing them was 'We might not be able to kill those things with the car.' I envisioned them bouncing off the fender, getting up, cracking their knuckles, and then diving through the windshield to eat our necks.
If I were honest, I'd say it only sort of gets better. That there's always this part of you that got carved out. It's a physical thing, I swear to God, and it's the part that swells right before you cry. Eventually you stop hoping and start to fill it up with memories.
Forgiveness feels like hope and like a challenge.
But I guess I still have this fear that you can catch invisible things from other people. That someone else's insanity can creep under your skin and fry your brain.
... how sad I felt about the dodo bird, which became extinct due to its friendly tendency to walk up to human strangers and expect the best - but then the other part of my brain, the writerly part I guess, keeps saying, That's irrelevant, That isn't crucial to the story, Delete
I absent-mindedly returned to stalking
40 THINGS THAT PROVE GOD CARES ABOUT GIRLS, including He made babies so cute! and He invented Australian accents! and There are no diets in heaven!
I ate a lot of candy and engaged in light stalking: I prowled Blythe's Instagram and Twitter, I read her reviews, considered photos of her baked goods and watched from a distance as she got on her soapbox – at one point bragging she was the only person she knew who used her real name and profession online. As my fascination mounted, and my self-loathing deepened, I reminded myself that there are worse things than rabid bloggers (cancer, for instance) and that people suffer greater degradations than becoming writers. But still, I wanted to respond.
