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I have this waking dream lately.
I'm walking through the streets of Louvain-La-Neuve, squalid as always, when I see Madison at a distance. He's standing there stoically, a bit nonsequitur as always, but without any trace of his usual goofiness. I quicken my pace to reach him. Without a word, I embrace him tightly, my head against his chest - he's taller in the dream. He hugs me back, and I have begun to cry for the first time in 7 years. Madison looks down. He can't cry, but he understands why I do. As we stand embracing, he and I both begin to glow until we're just white silhouettes, like we've been cut from the page. Then we're gone.
I'm walking through the streets of Louvain-La-Neuve, squalid as always, when I see Madison at a distance. He's standing there stoically, a bit nonsequitur as always, but without any trace of his usual goofiness. I quicken my pace to reach him. Without a word, I embrace him tightly, my head against his chest - he's taller in the dream. He hugs me back, and I have begun to cry for the first time in 7 years. Madison looks down. He can't cry, but he understands why I do. As we stand embracing, he and I both begin to glow until we're just white silhouettes, like we've been cut from the page. Then we're gone.