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For the first time in years, I couldn't sleep.

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What Do You Taste Like?

Is everyone in agreement, or do you taste different to you, like the sound of your voice heard in your own head?

I am, myself, a Contender.

Choice

We can stick with the automatic, or eat somewhere else where I can hear you better.

I Was There: It Fell From the Sky

Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
A Flask of Wine, A Book of Verse - and Thou
     Beside me singing in the Wilderness -
And Wilderness is Paradise enow.

1048 - 1241 AD

Veracity

Sometimes, I get tired of you. I think the truth is good to say, even if not invited, or welcomed.

Go to sleep, you little baby.

You don't have to do a thing. We've got it covered. I even remembered the watermelon, slicing it up, while cold: everyone came to enjoy it later

when it was leftovers. or our favorite thing.