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Given no prospects, talent, and copious youth and free time, I conjured up, and also, to be utterly honest, got some kind of word about, this fake child which, I, at one point, unironically named Lucas. The fake child is nigh, and well, to slow down a little ----
W a a a a a a y T o o o o o o o N e u u u u r o o o t i i i i c
I know that now. Also let's be clear ---- these children are just plain tragic, whatever and however you go about defining it. I can really only be a striver, not a casher-inner.
I would do alright with almost any 7year old, I think, but the 2 to 4 year olds would send my insane worryometer into the red or even purple zone, I think. So it's all for the better. unless I were to have really, really, really well behaved children, and I got a good cooking act going, and didn't have to conquer the bad guys anymore, and whatever.
There. There's the Lucas I'm after. Maybe. Kinda. Well, maybe never.
Crying into towel now. Not having children now. Maybe next time. Maybe later. It's my gig to have children who are equals, and that's nowhere near even possible. In opera.
(sun-saturn in libra)
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