I love to wish. I'm not sure why, it just makes me happy. I do it often enough that I think I can count it as a hobby. Most of my wishes are on the clock—1:11, 2:22, 3:33, 4:44, 5:55, 1:23, 2:34, 3:45, 4:56, 12:34, 11:11... Dean has even started wishing at 1:00, "because it's a hundred." I saw my first shooting star a few months ago and about had a heart attack from excitement. I recently started wishing when I randomly get a chill—someone once told me that that meant someone was stepping on the place where my grave was going to be, and that's just depressing, so I decided to make it exciting instead.
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