i wonder if she's ever wished me dead.  i wonder who has.  so strange how close people can get into each other's existence, when it should be so easy to remain separate.  who would have thought when i was a boy and she was a girl that some day some your lif—we really should have had a sit down with the big guy as mediator before we came into this world.  what if i knew every thought she's ever had and he shows her mine, i don't know, i wonder what kind of conversation that would be