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I'm Sunny Clay and I have a hippy name. This is an incoherent collection of things I fancy and information I probably shouldn't be leaking to perfectly beautiful strangers.

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Confession #5

I grow anxious when approaching the final chapters of a book.

     I always think to myself, “I should just put this away now, and then it can always be a mystery. The story could never end, and even if I made it so, I could rewrite the ending whenever I want.”

     Sometimes, finishing things makes me sad. Is that strange?