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And we shook on it there under the glowing red hat of the Arbyβs, with Ric Flair and the Virgin Mary smiling down on us, willing the story to go on, to never end, to start over again, one adventure leading to the next, and we would never die, and weβd be young forever, and we would scream to the crowd, βLook at me! Look at the beautiful, insane things I can do with my body! Look at me! Love me!β Because thatβs all art is, in the end. One person trying to get another person they have never met to fall in love with them.
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