[But why can't you have that brand of love that just leaves me to my own devices and not turn my stubborn tendencies against me? And don't mind us. Just stealing one of the random tomes still on the bed, flipping to a random page and staring. One of those ones where you couldn't understand what it was written in, but judging by his eyes glancing over the lines, it seems like he can. Silence. Page flip. More silence.]
When someone asks you 'what is the world', what do you think of?
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When someone asks you 'what is the world', what do you think of?