Monday Morning Ponderisms, Pleasantville edition

 I'm 40 years old. I mean, it's not supposed to be like this. 
It's not supposed to be anything. Hold still. 

But see? That's just the point! It can't stop at once, because it's in you, and you can't stop something that's inside you.

I know you miss her, I mean, you told me you did. But maybe it's not just the cooking or the cleaning that you miss. Maybe it's something else. Maybe you can't even describe it. Maybe you only know it when it's gone.

What happened? One minute, everything's fine... What went wrong? 
Nothing went wrong. People change. 
People change? 
Yeah, people change. 
Can they change back? 
I don't know. I think it's harder. 

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