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| The complete experience of being is complicated. In the absence of pain, pleasure is hollow. | |
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| So you are saying life is like a box of chocolates, eh Forrest? | |
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| No not like chocolates at all. If bite that yucky one with the pink stuff in it you can just spit it out. | |
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| YOu can spit it out but that awfull filling coats your mouth and makes the next chocolate taste bad. | |
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| Then you eat every chocolate in the next box like there is a bomb in it waiting to go off in your mouth. I guess life is like a box of chocolates after all. | |
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| I would thank you for listening to me, but sarcasm often seems to be lost on you. | |
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