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It was the scenery, more than anything, that drove the spirit out of the body—endless empty plains that did not so much roll as slump with varying degrees of hopelessness, with barely a proper tree to be seen. The late-summer sun beat the ground into something
I knew what it was like to have holes in my life in the shape of people who should have been there.
“I’m taking a break from dating cartoon characters and the children who love them.”
“Yes, Examiner Mulder?” “Scully was the ME,” I complained. “How come no one calls me Examiner Scully?” “’Cause you ain’t a thinking man’s tart,” Lamar drawled.
You humans have the potential to be the most wonderful beings there are—if you can get past all these enormous stupid spots you seem to have in your hearts. It’s not your fault. You just don’t know how to work your hearts right yet. That’s why there are dogs. I think it’s nice to know your purpose.
