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[mypartnerintime]

[What were the things that made her happy?

She racked her brain, pulling ideas out one by one, straining against the cobwebs of her lazy thoughts.

Maybe happiness is a muscle. You have to tend to it, work on it, keep it healthy and limber. You find the things that make you smile and practice those passions, before you forget why it is they cheered you up and buoyed you throughout the day.

And after a long time of disuse, you find that the happiness you used to have is out of reach. Before you know it, it's been weeks or months. Too long.

But you start small, go easy, work those muscles back into form. Day by day. Thought by thought. With determination and a single-mindedness that shuts the darker things away.

Baby steps down a long road.]

I think I actually went home for a day.

It's all kind of muddled up in my head. Sorta like a reverse-vacation.

A noitacav!

:|

So... what's new? ...Besides the lizardly adjustments.

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[mourning_ghost]

Alice's room would probably be a good place to hide.

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[mypartnerintime]

Ew no. Morbid!

Hanging out there sounds like a really bad idea.

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[mourning_ghost]

How is it morbid?

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[mypartnerintime]

Uh, missing eyes? Permanent weirdness? Total memory loss?

...Ok maybe morbid is a strong word, but i dont wanna hang out there. Zero percent.

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[mourning_ghost]

Would the basement be alright?

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[mypartnerintime]

for the purpose of avoiding the Silly Spellers, my room will probably do. ^_^

Im glad we still get to poke fun.