It aaaaall makes sense now. I’m kinda freaking out.
Past life, if you believe in that kind of thing.
I just happened upon her photo just now.
I’ve also been experiencing a lot of deja vu.
A lot.
Philosophically speaking, or so I’ve read, it’s time running out. All your lives flashing before your eyes, no fear the end is near, kind of thing. Pressure to finish the thing you were put in this body for. I have to make a film noir.
Hear that Keanu Reeves. I’ve loved you since forever. I’m running out of time. We have to kiss before I die!
How about next Thursday?
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