age
as i was walking toward the dental clinic in dover with my brand new slippers, i noticed students from my alma mata flooding the sidewalks, spilling over the neatly contained lines. i imagined for awhile wot it was like being sixteen, crushes and music all over again. fast forward two to three years, and i remember knowing a girl who was fifteen then and asked me if she should go out with a bloke who was twenty one. i'll be twenty three this year. funny how this age thing criss-crosses everywhere and everytime.
adrian veidt : jon, wait, before you leave... i did the right thing didn't i? it all worked out in the end.
jon osterman : "in the end"? nothing ends, adrian. nothing ever ends.
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