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I think I'd drink it. Although I fear I'd be damaging my psyche by having to endure the loss of loved ones over and over again for infinity.
But I think I'd continue loving, regardless. And mourning, at the appropriate time.
I figure I'm likely to outlive much of my friends and family anyways, barring an accident or something.
Although now I kinda don't want to post that last sentence, LOL.
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"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath.
At night, the ice weasels come." -
Matt Groening
My goal? To fulfill my potential.
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