Sometimes when I have busy thoughts, it's like there's a set of hard candy in my mouth. Each thought is a little jawbreaker or Werther's Original, and I can feel it making its way from my cheek to slip onto my tongue. So, I either purse my lips and tighten my cheeks to keep it back in the back, or I allow it to slide down and juggle it a while on my tongue or chomp a bit with my teeth. Invariably, while I'm doing all this juggling, another piece gets all slobbery and jumps into the mix too. It's hard to hold hard candy in your cheeks, and hard to hold so many thoughts in your head, before they all get jumbled together and play off each other.
I wish I had a Pensieve.
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