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“You know, people meet and sometimes they lock into each other like two long-sought-after pieces of a puzzle. Now, as time goes on, these pieces, they morph and they-they grow. And they can grow together and become stronger. Or they can become two completely different shapes that they don't have any room for each other, they don't fit anymore. If there's one thing I've learned in my life, you can't control what other people are going to do. No. No. They need their own space to become whatever weird-ass shape they're going to change into. It's nature. You can't control it, but you can accept it.”

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