if only I could multiply myself by a million, pick someone, and make faces everywhere he goes. I don't need to say anything or make any arguments, just keep making faces, and eventually it will have to break his confidence, whatever that confidence is in relation to. this summer will be a replica of last summer, at the end of which I'll convince him he's guilty of something terrible which he's not guilty of, only to later admit that I was full of shit all along.