alice rocked back on her heals and shifted her toes in her shoes, puzzled yet again. smoothing her frock, she tried to think of what she said that now had the caterpillar in a heated self-discussion. at least, it made more sense for him to be talking to himself; he jumped subjects so quickly that alice felt slightly dizzy from just trying to listen.
as she continued to watch the excited insect prattle on, alice slowly began to string a few of his words together like beads for a hodge-podge necklace, but his response still made very little sense in relation to what she had said. afraid to say anything else that might further agitate the life-sized bug, alice simply nodded to reassure him in his point, plopped heavily into a sitting position on the ground for which nanny would have scolded her, and sighed. the words the caterpillar spoke were familiar to her, but it was far from the same language.
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I still say you should have cleared things up then and there. Clearing them up later only prolongs awkwardness, or requires one to drag it up from where it's been buried. While the subject has been breached, one should take advantage of it. Once the subject has died, let it rest in peace. Necromancy never works out well for the master. Ever. Never-ever. It would be fun, but it's never happened.
it's true. but panic button overrides rational thought in most cases. i'm working on it.
Sooner or later, we've got to find a way to dismantle that panic button. Panic never helps anything.
this is true. i need a good engineer.
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