How Green Becomes Wood

"Like what?" Sally repeated, surprised by the question. "Well, things like, I won't stay five minutes past when I said I would. If I do X thing, then I shall reward myself. Sometimes I do the thing without the reward, or I give myself the reward without doing the thing. It is a terrible seesaw of have I or haven't I earned the thing. Or it will be, I will not allow myself to fall into my mother's desired conversation topic. That one is a constant."
 
"There is a lot that is important about politics, I do not wish to disregard that, but sometimes... Also, I would very much like to have a conversation with the person who is currently encouraging Facebook to show certain things to certain demographics," Sally said grimly. "If I have to hear one more time about how Aunt Truly read that this particular herbal supplement cures whatever ails you..." She took a deep breath. "Never mind."
 
"Indeed, he shall be so insufferably smug," Sally chuckled. "I am barely on it, as it is, so I do not think it will be too terrible to be forced off it. Unless I have lost my mind and insist on sending money to every Facebook 'charity' I see."
 
"Unfortunately I can't tell my war-torn husband that," Daizi chuckled, tipping her head back, "and it doesn't come up that often, so I'm rarely that annoyed with him over it."
 
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