3/29/07

i fell asleep with thoughts of green spaghetti straps and tornadoes spinning in my head.
at least one was highly enjoyable.

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Elinor Dashwood: You have no confidence in me.
Marianne: This reproach from you. You who confide in no-one.
Elinor Dashwood: I have nothing to tell.
Marianne: Nor I. Neither of us have anything to tell. I because I conceal nothing and you because you communicate nothing.