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With Thanks "I know there's a reason for being shy, but when you look at another person, something between you disappears.  I suddenly get scared, so I look away.  But when I glance back, that person might not be there anymore."  –Misato Suguru, Mahoromatic "If you keep looking down on yourself, it'll feel even scarier since you won't be able to see what's around you."  –Belldandy, Aa! Megami-sama TV Infamous question "Who do you like?" An answer trustfully given betrayed by he my friend before the entire class and the girl disapproving her secret suitor pushed my eyes to the ground with a wrinkled nose. The rare person

Friendly Guidelines Our friendship is like a plateau.   It started abruptly when we sprinted up the cliff wall of acquaintance until we'd settled into a comfortable understanding at the table top about our casual kinship.  We'll never get higher or lower, be more or less of friends, though there could be some minor hills or pitfalls.   We must stick to the boundaries of our agreement, even steer clear of the fencing we erected, or else we'll pitch off the side.  The fall would break our bodies, our spirits.   We wouldn't have the will or way to climb back up and reestablish what we had.

Improvisation You're looking at me with that scolding mother look, and your husband and son are arranged behind you, watching the spectacle of the delivery boy getting bit in half by someone forced to starve an hour longer than previously agreed upon, and all I can say is, I'm terribly sorry how late I am but we're understaffed and the calls just kept pouring in faster than we could handle, but you don't care about any of that all you want is a free pizza a fresh one because this one is cold except I'm sort of new and the manager is gone already so I don't know if I can do that and I still have to go deliver another late p

Hermitage We're in The Woods, though everyone laughs when we call it that, the stand of five or six scraggly pine trees on the other side of the fence in front of the high school, but really, what else should we call it: the trees in front of the school? No, that's too many syllables, and what could be cooler for teenagers in the middle of San Diego than a hangout called The Woods? We are scholars and comedians, philosopher hermits of the not-so- hidden wilderness, so let us linger after school, fellows, before we see each other tomorrow at lunch. This is our place, these circled pine trees and a blanket of brown needles

        "Enma spoke pretty highly of you, son, so I expect this to be a solid arrangement."        Casey blinked up at the horned ogre and focused on the small spectacles that were precariously perched at the end of his long nose.  "Excuse me?"  He looked around at the bustling and seemingly boundless room full of cubicles.  The din of rushed arguments and rustling paperwork dizzied him almost as much as the realization that it was all caused by more ogres.  "Arrangement?"        The ogre's stern expression changed to a sternly disappointed one.  "You were told what you were doing before you were sent here, right?"        "Where is here?"