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i connect a line between me and my original.  i am taking candy from their baskets, i tell him.  we're doing halloween in here.

my present, you can use it, but you can't ruin it.  everything is falling apart, even the lenses from my glasses fall.  i give up to give in and now carry only what i can hold - a book in one hand, a clear brick of honeycomb in the other.  underwater, the honeycomb expands and sprouts beautiful sea grass from each of its pores.  the book falls apart, but if i'm gentle it may last a little bit longer...