He dragged a few sharp thoughts to and fro, joining them together in all kinds of ways, for he wanted to achieve something with them. She suggested individual words, softer ones with kind edges, but they could not pierce the boundaries of his solitude.
I told other people I wanted a story with Sheldon and the Snow Queen fairy tale. Then I tried to go to bed and sentences attacked me. Hence the above. :)
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