“I don't give a damn about you now, but it was a new experience for me and I felt a little dizzy for a while.”

“You don't have to fight anyone for me," she said."Except you."Oh God. He leveled her with a few words and searing looks. She felt herself in a dizzying plunge, wanting the flight, worried about the landing. "I give as much as I am able," she said."I know," he answered.”

“I don't give a damn about where I happen to be, provided nothing stops me from going into my mind.”

“Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn about anyone else”

“I don't give a damn about what people say. They can be reptile food for all I care.”

“And there was something familiar about the cadence of the words. The language. It was him. I wrote:I know who you are. I recognize your voice. by kidzeroI felt a little dizzy after I sent it, maybe because I had been holding my breath. A new message pinged and the air rushed out of me like a deflated balloon.you shouldn't be talking to strangers anyway. who am I? by anonymousI didn't really know his name or anything about him, but I couldn't admit that now. I wanted to keep talking to him. I quickly typed:You are the Unidentified. The Unidentified refuses to be typecast, target-marketed, corporate-identified, defined. by kidzero”