She should know...

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Thoughts, gathered for convenience.  Not the happiest, but right?

Better.  She should.  Know.

Perhaps she doesn't know us as well as I thought.  Don't hide behind our mask.

She does.  I know.  Know.

She knows we aren't, neither of us, what she accuses me of being.  Hide behind our mask and I will ensure it is all you see in the mirror.

She could.  Does she?  Know.

She has to know she can't drown me.  Impressive for a woman, but before my heart or diabetes improved, I could do over five minutes down.  Now, with practice?  Seven, maybe eight?  Besides, where I go there will be no drowning, or sorrow.

She will if she doesn't.  You know.  Know.

More.  Human.  Than.  I think she could go that way too.  We are coming for our own, one way or another.  I... don't think she has a chance.  She isn't us.

She still brings a smile to my face.  Even with what all else I know.