In conclusion, I have no sense of finality. My brain didn't come equipped with that. But when I miss people, it's like there's a skin on top of that feeling. You know, like when you heat up milk on the stove. So it's not a thick skin to ward off feeling hurt, it's more like the liquid imitation of the top of a drum. Like, if you could swirl the top of a drum to make the top dissipate, though it would come back in a short while. And you could make hot chocolate out of it.


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