Duckie's always had one of those streaks in her. Those weird ones, that will do pretty much about anything with no shame. She's one of those people who will tell you stories from her life that are so intricate, it just blows you away. I think the single most thing she's ever told me, that just made so much sence was when she told me about her dog. I knew she didn't have a dog. She explained to me that sometimes she felt like she was being followed by this big, black dog. But it was never really a dog, just her feelings. She would try and run away, and she would try to let it go, but like most dogs, it would come back, and just follow you. I don't know how else to describe what I'm feeling at the moment, except in that way.
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