All right, W.
You're just like 1001.
I can't read you.
I can't see into you like I can with everyone else.
However, if I have any luck, this is just a yet -
It might not be and then...
Then I've missed an opportunity. Forever?
Maybe you can read me though. Maybe that's why I can't read you. You might be one step ahead.
On the other hand, you didn't try to writhe away from me today.
The worst part though, is that I think you might be as sane as I am.
Which, of course, would be a beautiful thing.
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