I have answered myself so many times, but I don't want to be a textbook. I enjoy the rain too much, and the ink stains my skin and scarves. I'm dyslexic too. Imagine how much of a pain in the ass that is when your entire existence is based on reading, and you're mixing up boobs and books. It's alright, I guess. I've been marked from the start.
More importantly, I'm tired of this cough. I start to open up and just as your eyes begin to water and my hands begin to shake, my throat starts screaming what sounds like barbaric limericks. Then it's all ruined. You still grab me a glass of water though. Thank goodness you've always had steady hands.
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