We've heard the damn philosophers talk about anything they want to talk about, and we hear everything they want to say because they've earned it. They've earned the right to make theirselves listened... because, I shall say, they know about every subject. But this they don't know. This is the story we make. Love. Love is our own. Love is what we want it to be - and what we don't. Our love foolosophy.
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