[Wow. Is that a compliment or a dig? Toko huffs impatiently.]
Well I should hope so. I'm a writer, you know!
[He'd feel so embarrassed if he actually read a copy of her books. It's the one thing she can be boastful about. Her sole saving grace. Toko has a life long love affair with words. It just doesn't translate face to face.]
But isn't that p-part of love? Wanting to be with each other? That's half the point. [She shakes her head and crosses her arms. Starts them walking out of this smelly cobblestone street.] And if you start so young, how can you know that's th-the life you want? Nobody knows what the hell they're doing at ten years old. Even now, you'll be a c-completely different person in ten years.
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Well I should hope so. I'm a writer, you know!
[He'd feel so embarrassed if he actually read a copy of her books. It's the one thing she can be boastful about. Her sole saving grace. Toko has a life long love affair with words. It just doesn't translate face to face.]
But isn't that p-part of love? Wanting to be with each other? That's half the point. [She shakes her head and crosses her arms. Starts them walking out of this smelly cobblestone street.] And if you start so young, how can you know that's th-the life you want? Nobody knows what the hell they're doing at ten years old. Even now, you'll be a c-completely different person in ten years.