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"It's great if you can meet the other person you're supposed to share this mystery with. And you know when that happens I think, people know when it happens to them. Because you often meet that person at a particular time in your life, sometimes when you're young and poor. You know when you're both living in rooms, where you have all your shit because you're poor and it's lit by candlelight and you climb the stairs to that persons room, they've been to yours, now you're going to theirs, it's serious. And you're standing opposite that person and there is a moment where you realise you're not looking at an expression of fleeting lust or some sort of passing of the time in the surrounding befuddlement, where you actually know each other and you know you want to be together and you realise it and it's an amazing moment when the other person's in front of you, smiling from the very middle of themselves at you saying "i want to be with you" and you're looking at them with their bare shoulders all shimmering in this rosiet candle-light and you realise this is the person is for you...
And then the cage comes down!
..and your mother jumps from the wardrobe with a cigarillo pointing from the corner of her mouth.. and you kill her with a trowel."
My best friend Peterkin...
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Whedon