"...We are all, in our own way, completely and totally alone. If love is real, it is a complete and total failing of the intellect. It is utter self-destruction. It is pandemonium."
"Yes, thank you, sir."
"It is my pleasure, Billy."
After all, there are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.So I guess you know the drill: fly
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