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Antipathy felt extra special lucky. She could be a lone wolf whereas many of her consorts from the past were stuck in situations that would not allow for unruly behavior. Some accused her of not having grown up. If this is so, then so be it, Dagger told her. He was a kind young soul. He was also a good listener when he kept his hands in his pockets. When they came out they were fireflies conducting the orchestra of the night. Antipathy was often thinking and searching for a place to land. Dagger held her close and took all of her searching thoughts on. Lillibet kept poking and prodding and made you feel like you were livestock. See my new ring? Look! I’m gonna get married. He is short and ugly and he loves me, he loves me, he loves me! Antipathy whinnied and snorted and tossed her head. But of course. Lillibet was always lying for it was less painful than the truth. She reigned Antipathy in by the necklace and whispered in her other ear, where Dagger could not hear, what’s it like to be loved? It’s like, Antipathy thought, not realizing she was not speaking, it’s like you’ve been friends for so many lifetimes that even when you cannot see them, they are there. Lillibet prodded and poked for an answer. Dagger locked in on Antipathy’s thoughts which froze into place. They broke off icicles and shared them with Lillibet. Oh, said Lillibet, sticking out her purple tongue, I see. It’s like even when there’s a misunderstanding, and feelings are hurt, and words cannot bridge the two truths, there is an understanding made of many forms, many lifetimes. Antipathy nodded. Dagger took his hands out of his pockets. The ice drippings were taken up by the thirsty earth, which grew strange flowers for all the wandering lost of the world to choose.