Someday you are going to invite yourself over for dinner and you're going to say that you love the meal (even if you can barely eat it). When you are finished eating you will invite yourself up the stairs and into my library. You will see all the journals and notebooks I have filled over the years - I will let you peruse them as you please.
And as strange as it seems, you will leave as a completely different soul.
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