You turn to me and tell me to continue.
It might be news to you, but that doesn't tend to happen very often. I'm used to being drowned out by stronger wills, louder opinions with more authority. But you care enough to listen to me. It's a novel feeling, the feeling of someone stopping to pay attention to your words, however insignificant they will be in the life and death of the universe. But it matter to me, and now, it seems to matter to you as well.
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