A. Sometimes I feel like a character crafted for a play, extreme, with clean beginnings and endings so as to create little confusion: this is, this is not. Good. Bad. No indifferent. Sometimes melancholy, but only in the darkness between scenes; clean.

B. I can handle the heat all day long but can only take a few minutes of argument. My problem is, shade is the inevitability of night, but I could hold on for years to the right that makes them wrong.

C. Being right is not always right. Sometimes I've never been more wrong about anything.