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Smells like grapefuit frustration as I miss all those two thousand and one summers that weren't lived.
Rain drops sliding softly on the concrete into the night and I wonder why there are people who still think there's a God in this universe probably kind of sitting on a couch in space...
Only in the Cinema the ending is important, because in real life what matters is the journey since endings are always a loss.