Read by Martin John Chapter Thirteen Between Ages: Lydia Meets Tweety and an Old Love Uh, I have this lovely little hallucinatory trailer by the ocean... she said, shrugging her shoulders, raising those arched black browns with exaggerated, humorous, but quite effective invitation. “Lydia, for God’s sake, listen,” he said, “Look in that window! Look at that child, Tweety. She exists in a certain reality, on that may or may not take place. The same applies to Lars. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?” “You were easier to get along with when we were alive,” she said, glaring at him. “Besides, I being born as Tweety in the past, at least form our point of view. So, somehow, Tweety was born, no matter what I decide now. I’ve already figured that out.” “Your wrong,” Lawrence said anxiously. “All the time is at one. There isn’t really any past or future, so—“ But her anger had taken her away where his love couldn’t reach. She vanished, along with the farmhouse and landscape. And Lawrence knew that he had to try and find her again as quick as he could. youtu.be/cYwmtrnpibE
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