If you are dreaming of me, that's okay, I understand. It happens sometimes: I catch the light in a particular way and turn into a sort of romantic black hole into which everything is pulled by the force of curiosity. You didn't know, you weren't prepared; all you could see was the glow of the event horizon, all you felt the tug of a dull hook beneath your sternum. You'll be okay, you'll come out on the other side unscathed, I won't do you permanent damage. You'll coast across on a hot cloud and land softly in indifference. And when you forget me, it'll be fine, I'll understand, I forgive you. I was an unforeseen deviation and I'm grateful for your attention. Please resume regular programming.
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