I look up from my feeble efforts to study and I see the clouds outside moving at a fantastic rate, gliding past my window. I idly wonder where they’re going, how they’re going to get there, and why they’re in such a hurry.

Couldn’t they stay for a little bit, just to make the sun’s rays all the more brilliant as they poke through?

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When you see something in the distant future and go so far as to set up events so that the expected outcome goes through, it’s infuriating when it finally does, because being right is never satisfying. Most especially not when it involves making other people realize things about themselves.