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We had gently planted the seeds and watered its roots. Yet, still, nothing had grown. We showered it with sunshine and our warm summer breaths. And still, nothing. We both turned our heads to the calm blue sky, screaming out our prayers of longing. Still, nothing grew. We forced our hands into the moist soil and turned the sighs of lust into simple justification. Still, it did not cultivate. We crawled, we lied, we tore, we spat. We moved the pot from one corner to another. We took in the poison, letting it trickle down our very own throats. Thing is, we weren't trying to grow anything. We were both just trying to win the game. We have both lost.

If we are ever in doubt about what to do, it is a good rule to ask ourselves what we shall wish on the morrow that we had done.

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Today at work, we had a Birthday Party for Vishy & Me. Ha, it was super fun. The candles on the cake were the automatically relighting kind, so me and him kept on trying to blow out the candles, and they were like "pop", were back. So we were ferociously blowing them, and as a result, we probably spit plenty all over the cake. HA. >_<>Then, when I was going home. Ceazar showed up unexpectedly. It was a nice early birthday surprise. Haven't seen him for a whole three years. He's still the same old dweeb. We were talking about superheroes and such and... "Born from the fiery depths of the Pizza Hut oven, arises a hero that will surely save you from apathy. Dun Dun Dun, Ceazarasta !"----Ceazar ! This boy. Ha, WTF ? *No need to attempt to understand. You wont. It's a guarantee.