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The food was so good that with each passing course, our conversation devolved further into fragmented celebrations of its deliciousness:'I want this dragon carrot risotto to become a person so I can take it to Las Vegas and marry it.
I'll fight it. I'll fight it for you. Don't you worry about me, Hazel Grace. I'm okay. I'll find a way to hang around and annoy you for a long time.
Maybe 'Okay' will be our 'always'...
You will not kill my girlfriend today, International Terrorists of Ambiguous Nationality!
If you don't live a life in service of a greater good, you've gotta at least die a death in service of a greater good, you know? And I fear that I won't get either a life or a death that means anything.
I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things.