To crave a connection, she ponders, what a silly concept. We were born alone, and we will die alone. The thought consumes her as she stares at the night sky.
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"How does one cope?." She wonders to herself. It was a thought she was all too familiar with. She never fully understood how exactly she did it, just that she was very good at it. She heaves a sigh, bringing herself back to the present. "Sorry... What was it that you said?"