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I'm sure you're familiar with this plot summary: a man who moved away from his small town spends numerous years travelling, having casual sex with strange women, never quite attaching himself to any one of the women in particular. Around the age of thirty-forty, he realizes he hasn't lived a fulfilling life, although he has seen a lot of tits and done his fair share of travelling. Upon this realization, he returns home. Out of sheer curiosity, he drives by his first girlfriend's house. This would be the same female who had previously told him numerous times that she would "be there," whatever that may mean, for him unconditionally. He drives past her porch, and, naturally, she is outside, either gardening or hanging up her clothes to dry. He makes a stop, breathes in the familiar smell of her hair and polite sweat, and fingerbangs her behind her maple/walnut/oak tree, realizing he should have never left. I will never be that, and that is comforting.