So now you want to stay? What about the broken heart? The crushed spirit? The world of privileged twenty-somethings? What about all of that other stuff you said? It's this day. Isn't it? May 3rd. You just can't leave yet. Can you? Well, I gotta hand it to you. You haven't broken yet. That's guts. Or, that's delusion. All I know is, if you let that candle burn down much further without replacing it with a new one, it's going to start smelling really bad. Get it, torch brain? Now, what's for dinner?

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