Stay out of my thoughts, my conciousness. You don't belong there. When you are there you take over and rearrange. You don't share. I have things to plan, papers to shuffle, people to laugh, drinks to spill, calls missed. I want them all back. You can have them when I am done.
You have the best intentions but they are spread all over town and they live in your mouth, not in your hand.
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I believe the saying is "Melts inyour mouth, not in your hands!" Sheesh!
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