ctcmjh wrote:ChewyChewy wrote:Vanilla shifted her weight from one foot to another.
"But you're NOT just like me. If you were, I wouldn't be comfortable around you. There's a LOT about myself I can't stand."
She groaned.
"Kibble, that's why I don't get this! You have my virtues, you lack my flaws, I'm comfortable around you, why can't I just enjoy that? Why do I have to keep my guard up?"
"I don't know..." Max said to himself, in a curious tone, not an uncertain one,
"What if you're not comfortable because there's something in the back of your mind, nagging at you. Like you either can't figure out what it is, or you don't want to." Max asked. He shot his paws up defensively,
"I mean, I'm only saying this because I kind of have that feeling."
Vanilla groaned, turning away from Max.
"Now I wish you WERE a psychological therapist. Something IS there, but I don't know what it is, and I don't WANT it there."
She sighed, hanging her head.
"This is precisely what I've always wanted, but something isn't letting me enjoy it, and I--"
A light bulb came over her head.
She sniffed so hard it sounded like a reverse snort. She started to cry, but desperately fought against it.
"It won't LAST, that's what it is! It won't LAST! It NEVER does! NOTHING ever does!"
She wasn't exactly crying, just sniveling, and anyone walking in on her at the moment might have laughed at her countenance.
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"We have to do this take again! HAL, do it with a LOT less emotion!"
"I'm sorry Stan, I'm afraid I can't do that."
--Phoenix
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