a conversation - lxxxiv
"I lost my innocence."
"I lost my youth."
"I lost a love one."
"I lost myself."
"Guess we're too fond of losing something?"
"We're just unlucky."
"Things happen for a reason."
"Then aren't we deserving of something good?"
"Something good happens daily to us."
"Like what?!"
"We survive those unlucky, unhappy things."
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