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"Isn't it weird the way you remember things, when someone's gone?"
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"But all I could think of was how when nothing made sense and hadn't for ages, you just have to grab onto anything you feel sure of."
"Why should I even bother? What's the point, really?"He thought for a moment. "Who says there has to be a point?" he asked. "Or a reason. Maybe it's just something you have to do."
"Why don't you ever wait a second and see what I'm planning, or thinking, before you burst in with your opinions and ideas? You never even give me a chance."
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