Sometimes I take a carton of eggs out of the fridge, and look at it and think that maybe one day I'll crack an egg and a little baby chicken will fall out, and then I'll wash him off and raise him indoors...and then...maybe, just maybe I'll have a friend.
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Sigh.
And it sucks knowing that you'd never be able to say all that to anyone else. Ever.
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