It wasn't me, it was Arabella. Blame her. It was all her fault. Blame Arabella!
Oh, silence.
A silence that leaves me with the opportunity to feel the need to be motivated by a particular interrogation.
Unlike how I usually behave, I would gladly like to interfere. Mine is limitless.
There are so many things I would like to be told. There are so many things I would like to tell.
I can not yet tell if it was intentional.
I'm sorry, I don't know how to respond to that particular kind of joke.
Go away, stranger. Leave that man alone. But aren't you always there to spoil the fun?
"What am I to do with all this silence?" - A Perfect Circle, A Stranger
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