I have something to tell you.
Actually, no. No, I do not.
It's kind of a secret. The thing is-
-That I actually have nothing to say!
No, that's not it.
Really, I have nothing to say to you. Stop reading this and go away.
(No. Stop it.) You see, dear reader, the thing that I've been trying to tell you---
La La! Just kidding. I have nothing to tell you. (Go away.)
(You go away.) The thing is that sometimes I imagine that there are two of me....
Pay no attention. I'm just making this up. Ha ha--- how silly. It must have been a dream I had last night.
...Sometimes we argue about things...
(You never listen to reason.)
I'm the nice one. And there is more I could tell you! (I feel like talking today.)
(Stop. Now.) But I think you all have heard enough today.
But perhaps it would be better if I left the rest for a time when we could be alone.
(Wouldn't that be nice?)
Yes. Yes, it would.




6 Comments:
there is something a bit disturbing about this...or unsettling...
I don't know what you mean.
Me neither.
I don't think it's disturbing.
I know exactly what you mean dear Sarah =]
I find it quite humorous.
It sounds very much like Sarah.
Everything you write always sounds just like yourself. I like it.
Poor Mom.
whatever
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