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A public malady, a drunken and vexing affair; something's happening: there's a martyr in your voice. Hush, suffering's endemic to existing, love, obsolete for its ubiquity. Know anguish is a choice. We could sit here all night, reciting the same stories: we are both interred in guilt, unskilled and unloved, as rare as the rest--all the world without remedy--but I'd get bored of sipping on our drinks and dirty secrets. Instead I've a bed; let's go make something of each other.