"I need to talk with you," I told Zelda as she stood in her seat on the couch and stopped drinking the bottle of water.
Now. The two of us are standing up.
"Why are you acting like that?" I inquired, and she did not respond; yet, she seemed just curious about my strange query since I could already determine what was wrong with her.
"What prompted you to ask that, Fiona? Is there something I've done wrong? I am willing to take the consequences of my actions." she inquired, and in doing so, she went beyond her capacity for being ahead of her thinking, which makes me queasy.
It's repugnant when people have excessively profound thoughts. When I overthink but don't say anything, I find that it makes me a disgusting person. It's OK to let go of the notions that I have, but I couldn't bring
