How'd you like a little peek into the future, John? Oh, I really shouldn't, but you so rock, I figure this indulgence, just once, will be all right.
You're sitting around a warm and cozy fireplace surrounded by friends and boisterous laughter. Early-morning snow gently falling across the countryside is visible from the enormous, ceiling-high windows beside you. Everyone is sipping hot chocolate, and reminiscing about the fabulous circumstances that have brought you together, brimming with even more excitement for times to come. And then you chime in, "If only we knew how inevitable this all was, we never would have worried so much. If only we had the slightest inkling that our challenges, lacks, and issues would sooner make possible the whirlwind of events that swiftly followed… we'd have been as proud then, as we are now."
And then everyone nods and laughs thoughtfully, and starts taking selfies.
Not a word, The Universe |
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| You're also wearing bunny slippers, John. Nice. |
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