Talking

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Text mode for editing now, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

So you’re figuring out the town is actually another collage. Wonderful! Your friend Veyot is picking up on that too. Nice garden by her. You should borrow some flowers for West End.

bb:

I might do that. Bracket Jupiter may be showing up soon. Karoz as well this time.

Hucka D.:

Collagesity is akin to Stonethwaite, yes. Differences: High Way and Low Way. Look up Mississippi. Did I spell that right?

bb:

Well…

Hucka D.:

Never mind.

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bb:

Hidi and Lodi, then. That the name of the red and blue robots, Hucka?

Hucka D.:

Yes. They are from Pluto. They are from The Moon.

bb:

Then they are from Charon. Did I spell *that* right?

Hucka D.:

Err…

bb:

Never mind.

Window as collage.

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Hucka D.:

Oh, you wish to talk more?

bb:

Maybe.

Hucka D.:

Me!

bb:

Meaning you wish to be talked [to] as a blog spirit. But I wish also to talk to others[ again].

Hucka D.:

Me me me!

bb:

But others as well.

Hucka D.:

Who?

bb:

Maybe Collagesity herself has a spirit.

Hucka D.:

Of course! Is it the flamey ballerina. Donna I believe is the name.

bb:

Hmm…

Hucka D.:

Here’s Donna.

Donna:

Hi baker b.! I’m Donna! Please state your questions!

bb:

Hi Donna. I suppose I should shout that.

Hucka D.:

Yes!

Donna:

Question!

bb:

Are you on fire, Donna?

Donna:

That is a question yes and no.

bb:

Are you the head of the stream? Central Stream I believe I’m calling it. Is that the correct name?

Donna:

Yes. Okay! I am the stream.

bb:

Are you twins? Maybe The Twins?

Donna (after a pause):

You are sad.

bb:

Am I?

Donna:

Yes.

bb:

I’m just under pressure now.

Donna:

You are sad because you cannot make contacts.

bb:

Well, it’s just something to go through now.

Donna:

You don’t think people like you. They like you.

bb:

Nah, I don’t think they do.

Donna:

You are just somewhat misplaced now. You can’t help it.

bb:

I’m sure I *chose* this.

Donna:

Don’t be cruel to yourself and others won’t be cruel to you. That’s a quote by Elvis Presley. He’s dead.

bb:

Yes. Didn’t take his [own] advice, perhaps.

Donna:

You are pulling a red doppleganger. Pull a blue to balance.

bb:

Don’t know…

Donna:

Spell my name with one “n”.

bb:

Please?

Donna:

Yes. Please?! (smiles through flowers)

bb (after re-checking):

Dona, you really are one with that flower.

Flower:

I am the twin. Jesse. He’s dead.

bb:

You are a male, then?

Flower:

Yes. Jes. Se.

bb:

Are you and Dona akin to The Twins from The Shining movie?

Flower:

Jes.

bb:

Are you originally from Rubi?

Hucka D.:

Dona and Flower have talked enough tonight. They will return shortly. They are tired. I am tired. Read please.

bb:

Thanks!

Wall FLOWER Mill

“Dona?”

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