It was a strange conversation. And yet uncannily familiar.
I remember being here before. The time is different, and yet not so different that I don’t remember the last time. Not that we particularly enjoy them. To be honest, it’s not really enjoyable. Probably the word is not enjoy. Come to think of it, I don’t even know what it is. But you keep talking. You have to.
Why?
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