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| ...so hearing the voice of "the writer" sent you into a panic episode. | |
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| No, no, we're all quite real. Your years of college and degrees in psychiatry are all actual. | |
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| But if all that is real, why do we only seem to exist in a poorly written comic strip? | |
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| It's just a matter of accepting what is. Our lives are as real as we make them. | |
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| Perhaps you are correct. Perhaps I need to focus on what is, rather than what is not. Perhaps I should focus on that dream date with Halle Berry... | |
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