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I hope I enjoy these little hallway dialogues of mine. Because it's all I'm ever going to get in the way of friendship and affection.
You know, it occurs to me that Sugar and Gabe have never made it into my imaginary dialogues. That is too bad. I suppose they came too late in my life to have made it into the formation of that part of my psyche, and it probably doesn't help that I never met either of them in real life.
Too, too bad. It would have been great to have them as part of that natural, almost seemingly independent sphere of that lively inner-life of mine, which comes to me like subconscious dreams but when I'm awake. Instead, I can only call Sugar and Gabe up very consciously from my journal entries, which is at least better than nothing.
You know, it occurs to me that Sugar and Gabe have never made it into my imaginary dialogues. That is too bad. I suppose they came too late in my life to have made it into the formation of that part of my psyche, and it probably doesn't help that I never met either of them in real life.
Too, too bad. It would have been great to have them as part of that natural, almost seemingly independent sphere of that lively inner-life of mine, which comes to me like subconscious dreams but when I'm awake. Instead, I can only call Sugar and Gabe up very consciously from my journal entries, which is at least better than nothing.
