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There's a toxic waste dump in the backyard of the house I was thinking of moving into. Now on to plan B....

Maggie sounded not herself last night. I hope she's okay.

I think Todd is getting scared of the relationship and is comming up with stupid rationalizations. He's also unhappy that I don't "open up" to him, which is true.
He said I'm not weird enought for him.

The wind blew my Lego Pirate Ship off the shelf and it smashed into a thousand pieces. It's a bitch to rebuild, it needed dusting anyway.

I'm not entirely sure why, but a day doesn't go by where I don't think about leaving Todd. I could be scared. I could be cold...

"You decided your own level of participation."
Where's that from?