"Come, Mini-Me!"

"No, Mini-Me, we do not gnaw on our kitty!"

I adore Dr. Evil. I dread homework, don't want to go to the library tomorrow to listen to the stupid music recordings. Our presentation on Wednesday should be fun, but I want to care about the real world and find a job and meaning, an apartment and boyfriend.

I'm growing tired. It's past midnight; the bells are chiming. I do not wish to perform anymore, but do not know how else to exist. Is there a person behind the facade? Would anyone like her? Am I willing to let others not like me? Just like Eliante, unsure about performance.

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