Hmm?

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You don't have to believe.  I don't need to believe.  Monday.


It's not as if there were no warnings.

Run.



I am what I am, if all isn't simply apparent.



Still, time tells what not even a Timekiller can know.  All we know is what could be, what is, what will be, in certain ways.  Possibilties are our actual coin of the realm.  But this thing called love?  God just sent it, let it do it's own thing.  His faith is knowledge which is the physics of love.  I learn.

Warnings.  For whom does the bell toll though?  Thee or me?

There... are options.

Truth is, she is already, or almost, claimed.  Tella?  They thought the fastest information transfers were from telephone, telegraph, and tellawoman.  They... forget, or discount, tell a pathy.  Still, Monday?  The Devil you say!  *wink*