I feel the crew is getting wise to my feelings. They think I'm going insane. I heard one of them say I was working too hard. But I can't let them know, if they know it would be the end of my career. It would end everything I have worked so hard for.
In spite of all this my need to talk with BARBRA is stronger than my need to keep my job and my friends. They just don't understand me like barbra does. She will listen for hours occasionally eat some plants then go back to listening.
Midnight had arrived, I hopped off the boat and started swimming over to the willow tree. There she was, floating at an odd angle in the water and I think she was eating something. I waded over to her and she could see I was troubled. I usually have to guide the conversations so I started.
"We really need to talk about our future, I just can't keep up this job and our relationship. Something has to be done and I need some advice."
She gave me that same blank expression as usual but I could tell the cogs of her mind where whizzing, about to spit out some wonderful sage advice only BARBRA could give.
Yet still nothing, at first I was puzzled by this but soon realized what she meant, she needed more details
I hadn't given her enough information for her to give a solid answer. So we talked for the rest of the night but soon the sun was peeking out of the trees and I knew it was time to say goodbye.
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Endangered Love
RomanceA marine biologist studying manatees? Is his love for manatees normal? Will his crew find out he talks to manatees? WILL BARBRA MANATEE SURVIVE?!?!
