' My sister lived within the moment. She said she would love the summer only when it came and warmed her. But i lived and still live within future. Where its warm when its cold. Where dreams are not yet reality. Where the sad people are happy. The only problem with living in the future is that everyone has died, including yourself. So your plans are fiction. Your predictions are fantasy. Living in the future is pure fantasy. I think that's why i love it so dearly.'

>>> F.k. preston.

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