*grumble*

It's too early to say anything for certain, but it's awfully suspicious nonetheless.

I think they're really fooling no one.

They only think they're being coy.

I know that you believe you understand what you think I said, but I hope you realize that what you heard was not what I meant.

I'm with you all the way, stilicho.
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I heard a crush's boyfriend is fed up with her.

I'll soon be owning an automobile for the first time in 4 years.

I'm not moving to Chicago.

I found out that the house I live in is ridiculously expensive. I had no idea!

Those who know don't say. Those who say don't know.

A few people are starting to catch on. The clever ones.

I know that in the early years, the bodies were infrequent.

I know that a decade ago, the mutilations escalated and the socioeconomic status of the victims changed. The bodies began to turn up in warehouses and condominiums, and certain specific parts of them were removed.

I know that recently, telephone wires have been sliced. Pages are missing from novels. Articles are removed from newspapers. Thoughts and heartbeats go missing every now and then.

I know that they have they have begun to cut the very air we breathe.

Lewis Carroll wrote this for Alice but, incredibly, it was set to music for Walt Kelly's Songs of the Pogo. (Which my parents have somewhere on vinyl.)

They told me you had been to her,
And mentioned me to him:
She gave me a good character,
But said I could not swim.

He sent them word I had not gone
(We know it to be true):
If she should push the matter on,
What would become of you?

I gave her one, they gave him two,
You gave us three or more;
They all returned from him to you,
Though they were mine before.

If I or she should chance to be
Involved in this affair,
He trusts to you to set them free,
Exactly as we were.

My notion was that you had been
(Before she had this fit)
An obstacle that came between
Him, and ourselves, and it.

Don't let him know she liked them best,
For this must ever be
A secret, kept from all the rest,
Between yourself and me.

Nuts...I can't follow that, tangerine.

Nothing is a secret when more than one person knows about it.