Trying not to take offense. Every day is like this. Isn't it? Back and forth, back and forth, good and bad, good and bad. We rise and fall, go to and fro, like the steady beat of a metronome. You push, I pull. You retreat, I attack. But there is no battle. Only motions, full and empty. Words, full and empty. Glasses, full and empty.
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