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Fishing

I stare at the board. What is this? What does it mean? I thought I knew but I look at it again. Wait. What? What does it mean? Come to think of it, what does anything mean? Is any of it important? Does it matter that we're here, making friends, and building lives only to have them ripped away before we're ready? There's not really a point, is there?
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