On hope.

C: Oh S, maybe you just need to find hope again. That’s the only thing that makes life bearable.

S: That’s true. My hope comes in pill form. And costs me $40/month.

C: My hope keeps getting sucked out.

S: Like someone sucking poison from a snakebite? Except the opposite?

C: No, like the witches in Hocus Pocus sucking all of the youth out of the children.

S: Who are the witches in your life?

C: Life.

S: Whoa. That’s heavy.

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