When should we run? After we have locked the door?
Is this all there is to life? Will I never feel anything grander?
No creature wants such beauty, such attention.
I know now what a smiley face can do, and I exercise it judiciously.
Often, I try to tilt my chin up to look her smack in the eye.
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