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"And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be? ... You'd be nowhere. Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream! If that there King was to wake you'd go out -- bang! -- just like a candle!"

"Hush! You'll be waking him, I'm afraid, if you make so much noise."

"Well it's no use your talking about waking him when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."

Friday, June 2, 2006

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Unethical to creep around taking pictures of them while they sleep. Something wrong with creeping.

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Everyone should have a self-inflating bed. You pull it out of the bag, put it in front of the tv, plug it into the wall, watch it rise, pile it with pillows and a big down comforter, and teddy kitty and lambie. Then you jump up and down on it. Then you watch episodes of Buffy and have a bed picnic with sugary doughnuts.

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I made coffee hours ago. Still, they sleep.

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"and what is the use of a book...without pictures or conversations?"


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