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What's the statute of limitations on confessions of this nature?
My speech is not parsing. I am speaking in ellipsis.
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Heh, I drew way too many fairies, elves, and ladies in poufy dresses--my 'art' generally reflected whatever books I'd just read. And there was poetry, too. Oh gods, so much terrible poetry alongside my florid doodling! There was one particular epic on which I still remember working through the whole school year (freshman year, so I was 14), about a lady who pushed her cheating lover into a mill's grinder and ended up eating his lone unground eye that was rolling around, after reflecting on the nature of relationships, love, and revenge (If I recall, I had just discovered the miserable beauty of thomas hardy and the delicious filth of 'romance' novels). It even rhymed! The surrounding doodles were appropriately ridiculous, I'm sure. They always were.
I was made to love magic, all its wonder to know.
But you all lost that magic, many many years ago.
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I had a separate notebook, or at least separate pages for doodling. Not that a few doodles didn't show up scattered throughout my notes, too...
-Heather (First Burgandy Olfactory Center 12/6/11)