December 2009
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The Holidays
My mother calls, and wakes me up. I am disoriented, confused why she is yelling to be ready. Pulling myself out of bed, I dress warmly, exhausted by jet lag and my broken internal clock. Within five minutes, I am banging on my parents’ hotel door, ringing the doorbell, calling their room, texting my father. And everyone is gone.
All I can think about, as I sit here angrily in my room is how...
Gosh, that takes me back. Or forward. That’s the trouble with time travel; you...
– The Doctor
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You can’t rule the world in hiding. You’ve got to come out on the...
– The Doctor
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(via bellicosity) I like words.