There are patterns. Predictable patterns. They bore me. Surprise startles me.
Isn't there a delectable in between that one can live in?
“When I read that THE FLASH came, and I took a sheet of paper–I forgot to tell you Cousin Jimmy gave me a little box of paper and envelopes–ON THE SLY–and I wrote on it:
I, Emily Byrd Starr, do solemnly vow this day that I will climb the Alpine Path and write my name on the scroll of fame.
-Emily of New Moon ch.27

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