What if everyone only has just so many words inside them? A finite quantity of words, spoken or written. Sooner or later you would have to run out of words wouldn’t you? And you wouldn’t know when it was going to happen. You wouldn’t know because each one of us would have a different allotment, it would be different for each one of us, like the way hair colour varies or fingerprint variations. I could be in the middle of a story, and run out of words to use and it would never be finished. I could be using up the words I need for that story by writing this paragraph or even this last sentence. Then what would I do?
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