I, we and you are a different us than yours. And really, your us probably doesn't include me. It is another us, on a bus in Madrid.
I have a ticket to us. It carries me to Spain by way of plane. Two cats and an unskilled communicator. Visiting a robot and a dog with an Egyptian name.
I will arrive and kiss her metally mouth and search for the on switch to her heart and push the friend button again. There's software to download, forgiveness and an open mind to soften her hard, drive.
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"I, we and you are a different us than yours"
This is brilliant. I know it's hard to exist in a version of yourself that you're not, and to be unable to prove that you do not exist as her.
I wish I was going with you. Cry at the Prado for me. It's beautiful and so are you.
sister, brother, blood sharer- I'm not going to Madrid but in my mind and not so much there anymore either. I love you.
Toast-nice back baby.
If you go to Madrid in your mind, take me with you. We should visit Sevilla while we are over there, too.
bob, I'm taking us there right now. It's sunny and beautiful and we are making great joy.
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