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"Sometimes, I try to find her in the stars. I ask her things, as though she's a Magic 8 Ball: Am I doing this right? What do you think about California? Some absurd part of me feels that she should lead my life, guide my listless hand. It's all bullshit, of course. I don't feel anything profound in those moments. Just that I'm alive, and she's dead." I relate to this so much.
Also, this is the best idea EVER.
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