So... what do you do if you are always the last to say good bye? Maybe you were too slow to warm up to the party and by the time you do, it was time to leave. Do you accept the fact that you will always hold on too long and endure that slight sting of lost when it inevitably comes your way, or you take the proactive aproach and bid farewell the moment you realized it is as good as it will get?

I wonder about things like that sometimes.

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