This must be post-exam stress but I suddenly remembered something that suddenly occurred to me when I (no this wasn't sudden) reviewing for the insurance finals.
In fire insurance there are what you call friendly fire and hostile fire. Friendly fire is one which stays where it is meant to burn. Simply put it, hostile fire is one which burns where it shouldn't, leaving destruction and chaos. Oh I'm pretty sure Sir Hector De Leon did not put it that way. It's just my "rainbow attempt at drama" overcoming me.
Anyway, since my mind has this terrible proclivity for getting itself distracted; interconnecting things which creatures of compos mentis state would not normally do... I suddenly (there it is again) but very calmly realized...
For some, Love is something that starts out as a friendly fire that ends up into a hostile one.
How dreadly. I should risk-distribute and get an insurance policy.
Oh and of course pray harder I get a passing grade... Grrr
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or maybe we should put up a corporation that would sell that kind of insurance hehehehehe
we'd go bankrupt in a blink of an eye. hehehe
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