same problems, same laughs. years to come it'll still be the same problems, same laughs. frequency and magnitude, that's all that changes.
no stories to tell, except this.
they busy themselves so that everything's a wash. at the end of it all, they look back and think to themselves, i really lived. somewhere in there, that's what living is.
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