oh, don’t you ever tell me to mind my language. don’t you ever tell me to take the stabilisers off my bike. and don’t you dare lump me in with the rest of all the little humans that you think are so tiny and silly and predictable. you walk our earth, doctor, you breathe our air. you make us your friend, and that is your moon too. and you can damn well help us when we need it.

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