It__ a terrible thing, isn__ it? To be dragged under?
When things are good, it is because we remember a time when they were not. When there was pain. But now the pain is gone, so things are __ood_. When we hurt, it is because we recall a time when we did not. When there was no pain. But now we suffer, so things are __ad_. The tiger sipped from the cup, peering at the boy over the rim. Stars swirled in its eyes. __ood. Bad. The cup holds both.
The Cat's Maw
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When things are good, it is because we remember a time when they were not. When there was pain. But now the pain is gone, so things are __ood_. When we hurt, it is because we recall a time when we did not. When there was no pain. But now we suffer, so things are __ad_. The tiger sipped from the cup, peering at the boy over the rim. Stars swirled in its eyes. __ood. Bad. The cup holds both.
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