I vowed never to lose Tara again.
I vowed the winged monkeys would be terrified of me, not vice versa.
I swore I would solve the mystery of your disappearance.
I never again called Betadine swabbing writing.
I avoided the Voight-Kampff test and sought out others like me.
I knew Death always had hot gay male escorts bookending her.
I realized German cinema elves became Nazis if you feed them after midnight.
I could show you where I lived and died on tree rings.
I understood the moors exist only to fuck up wistful and romantic souls.
I understood sorcery was in my blood and I just needed to find my school.
I realized this house wanted me to stay and play forever and ever and ever.
I realized Silence of the Lambs is Beauty and the Beast retold.
I began to understand mirrors and gloves were reliable transportation.
I realized my wife would always be jealous of my Death
because my Death looks like Audrey Hepburn in a posthumous Gap commercial.
After that, he knew better than to ever wear a black sweater like that again.
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