“When he shall die, 
Take him and cut him out in little stars, 
And he will make the face of heaven so fine, 
That all the world will be in love with night, 
And pay no worship to the garish sun.”

—Juliet Capulet

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" You disappear? Yes and then come back.

Moments of death I call them.