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" Ant 1: So, uh, do you ever worry that your itsy little neck is just going to snap under the weight of your head?
Ant 2: Stop asking me that. You ask me that, like, every five minutes.
Ant 1: Sometimes I notice my antennae out of the corner of my eye and I'm all, like: AHH! Something is on me! Get it off! Get it off!
Ant 2: Yeah, the antennae again. Listen, I just remembered, I have to go walk around aimlessly now. "
― , Okay, So Maybe I Do Have Superpowers (Dear Dumb Diary #11)
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" Says O'Sullivan to me, " Mr. Fay, I'll have a word wid yeh?" " Certainly," says I; " what can I do for you?" " Sell me your sea- boots, Mr. Fay," says O'Sullivan, polite as can be. " But what will you be wantin' of them?" says I. " 'Twill be a great favour," says O'Sullivan. " But it's my only pair," says I; " and you have a pair of your own," says I. " Mr. Fay, I'll be needin' me own in bad weather," says O'Sullivan. " Besides," says I, " you have no money." " I'll pay for them when we pay off in Seattle," says O'Sullivan. " I'll not do it," says I; " besides, you're not tellin' me what you'll be doin' with them." " But I will tell yeh," says O'Sullivan; " I'm wantin' to throw 'em over the side." And with that I turns to walk away, but O'Sullivan says, very polite and seducin'-like, still a-stroppin' the razor, " Mr. Fay," says he, " will you kindly step this way an' have your throat cut?" And with that I knew my life was in danger, and I have come to make report to you, sir, that the man is a violent lunatic. "
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" I am who I say I am,
I'm not some fantasy
of how you think you think you know
or who I ought to be.
I am a girl who is growing up
in my own sweet time,
I am a girl who knows enough
to know this life is mine.
I am this and I am that and
I am everything in-between.
I'm a dreamer, I'm a dancer,
I'm a part-time drama queen.
I'm a worrier, I'm a warrior,
I'm a loner and a friend,
I'm an outspoken defender
of justice to the end.
I'm the girl in the mirror
who likes the girl she sees,
I'm the girl in the gypsy shawl
with music in her knees.
I'm a singer and a scholar,
I'm a girl who has been kissed.
I'm a solver of equations
wearing bangles on my wrist.
I am bigger than i ever knew,
I am stronger than before,
I am every girl I have ever been,
and all that are in store.
I am who I say I am.
I'm not some fantasy.
I am the me I am inside.
I am who
I chose
to be. "
― James Howe
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" You're right, my problems are the biggest problems ever," George said. " No, honestly, it's horrible to be me. I'm rich, talented, and I make girls cry." " How do you make girls cry, exactly?" George turned to her. His blue eyes widened. His lovely face took on a forlorn, deeply troubled expression. He leaned forward, and, in a theatrical whisper, said, " My past is tragic. I wouldn't want to burden you with it. It's a pain I must suffer alone. In the rain. In silence. "