Something like two years and some odd months now, give or take. And I periodically break up the monotony by saying, "no, you can't. you mustn't." All to no avail. You want my advice? Save yourself the trouble.
Over two years? [ Good god, she really doesn't have any hope, does she? ] What do you suggest I do, then? Just shut up and let her do whatever she wants?
Three, but who's counting? [ he shrugs. don't get him wrong, he stirs up a shit storm every change he gets. there just isn't any anchoring these plans. ] An island where the inhabitants were forced to copulate, a zombie apocalypse, and now space.
[ and because he's not a total douchebag: ] Is this your first?
[ Her eyebrows lift at that. Three places... she can't even imagine.
She nods to his question. ] Yeah, it is. She's considered a few places - including the first place you mentioned - but she never followed through with it. I was even starting to think that she'd never follow through with this Tranquility place, either, but apparently I was wrong.
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Choosing where is out of the question but what you do when you get there? That's your call.
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[ and because he's not a total douchebag: ] Is this your first?
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She nods to his question. ] Yeah, it is. She's considered a few places - including the first place you mentioned - but she never followed through with it. I was even starting to think that she'd never follow through with this Tranquility place, either, but apparently I was wrong.