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while this situation is a bit illogical (what if i was in love when i died and feal that the love i had cannot easily be replaced through meeting some strange, albeit "lusty," woman?) i would definitely choose the first door. i absolutely love being in love and while i'll always remember the night that my girlfriend told me that she loved me (and i obviously echoed), i don't see myself remembering the first time we had sex ten years down the road.
(on a side note, does door number two guarantee eternal protection from divinely executed STDs or is the unlucky soul who chooses door two doomed to an eternity of painful urination and the clap?)
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