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January drips - 25

As they talked, feet wandered. As they walked, streets changed. Deep minds pondered why Mulder and Skully couldn’t find her, while she rewrote the script.

January drips - 24

I resolved to be good each new year, marking my diary for every day I succeeded, then giving up when the diary remained pristinely unblemished.

January drips - 23

“You share my bus-pass. We’ll share your fare,” said the friend. Oddly enough, the bus inspector didn’t seem impressed by her attempts to justify non-payment.

January drips - 22

With secret skill, he nudged delicious treats from shelf to hand to share with friends. “I’d hate to get you in trouble,” said the shopkeeper.

January drips - 21

“Are you happy enough?” “Yes,” said he and came home to his wife every night, never speaking of what went before, or of the war.

january drips - 20

“Are you willing enough?” “Yes,” said the lover, telling the truth, replacing the other who’d died. To be at her side was all he desired.