We were watching tv together. Caroline turned to me and cleared her throat.
Caroline: We're real, right?
Mama: Oh definitely. We're real.
Caroline: We aren't drawings or characters, right?
Mama: Right.
Caroline: We're real and we think our own things. And we live a real life, right?
Mama: Yes, I promise you that you are real and alive.
Caroline: And no one controls our thoughts.
Mama: No one.
Caroline: [suspiciously] No one that you know, anyway.
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whooooooooaaaa! that is deep! freaks me out a little bit!
tiny descartes is tiny
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