It is too early to tell.
Something unknown is doing we don't know what-that is what our theory amounts to.
Obviously I was either onto something, or on something.
After that, she wasn't sure what the game was or if she'd imagined it. All she knew was that she had lost.
Conclusion means death. Confusion means possibility.
I guess my experience with some stuff is kind of abstract.
It was rather awkward, insofar as we were both teetering between the possibility of something and the possibility of nothing.
There's always fear of the unknown where there's mystery.
Seeing too much to deny and too little to be sure, I am in a state to be pitied.
