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We will find a place and sit, talk, laugh, maybe even cry. It'll be the ultimate path to catharsis and it will be beautiful. Nobody will matter for that time, the sky may change and the weather might chill but that won't matter to us. What will matter is that we are there with nothing academic to explicitly dissect our brains and poison it with its horrifying scent. It will be just us and our thoughts. The only thing that really affects us.