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"By this time he had his arms around me and was thumping me enthusiastically on the shoulders. 'You look fine, not a day older,' and I said, 'Nor do you,' and he said, 'That's true; that's the way you and I are. We don't get older, we just get riper. Do you still love life the way you used to, and love people the way you did? I watched you and always wanted to know what you were thinking ... Tell me, do you still love the human race, especially your best friends? Do you still love love?' 'I do,' I said, astonished at the turn the monologue was taking. 'And so do I!' he shouted, laughing. 'Oh, we're great ones for that, you and I. Isn't love the greatest refreshment in life?' And he embraced me with his strong arms, in farewell."
Writing my thesis is the only thing that makes me remember why I care about school. This is a good feeling.
Writing my thesis is the only thing that makes me remember why I care about school. This is a good feeling.