And yet again, I get depressed.

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My deepest thoughts go back to the moment I saw that selfish, hate-filled person, that I despise in every single way, walk into a bar on my street, and find out that I am, in fact, a warm, fuzzy, fuzzy creature who only loves me for my complete collection of the classic wandering samurai manga Rurouni Kenshin.