My heart is thirsty for that noble pledge./ Fill, Lucius, till the wine o’erswell the cup; / I cannot drink too much of Brutus’ love.
I woke up in my body, I realized that a gummy pink substance has been plastered onto me. I asked myself what this might be used for and how it got here. I was lifted by a set of sticky fingers. I heard a girl scream “I found my pencil”. I was flipped upside down and rubbed against a piece of paper. The words began to disappear and the girl smiled. I realized that my duty from now on would be much more than writing down love stories and letters, now I could fix the mistakes of whoever got ahold of me.
Neither of the two resolutions were made by me .
