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[last lines]
Joe: I'm still... I still...
Claire: Don't, Joey.
Joe: I made it so complicated, and... And it doesn't need to be complicated. It's not complicated. It's really... I don't know what to say.
Claire: Don't say anything... Don't say anything...
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Joe: When we say we're in love, what does it mean? Could it be that this complex, dazzling, transformative feeling is just an illusion? Could it be just a trick? A trick played on us by nature just to make us fuck? We imagine that love is meaningful. But, could it in fact be... meaningless?
Bill Weston
Extended Reading
