//////////////Nothing. Zero. Zilch. Nothing comes to anything
///////////////I happen to hate New Year's celebrations. Everybody desperate to have fun. Trying to celebrate in some pathetic little way. Celebrate what? A step closer to the grave?
////////////Boris Yellnikoff: That's why I can't say enough times, whatever love you can get and give, whatever happiness you can filch or provide, every temporary measure of grace, whatever works.
///////////////Melodie St. Ann Celestine: All I know is that nothing moves faster than the speed of light, so you may as well relax.
/////////////Happy birthday dear Boris, happy birthday to you!
////////////////Boris Yellnikoff: I'm dying! I-I'm dying!
Jessica: Should I call an ambulance?
Boris Yellnikoff: No, not now! No, not tonight, I mean eventually!
/////////////////Boris Yellnikoff: Yes, my life is circumscribed, but I manage to avoid stress. I've achieved a delicate balance, and as long as I can maintain it, I feel less inclined to ending it.
///////////////"Let's face it, our marriage hasn't been a garden of roses. Botanically speaking, you are more of a Venus Flytrap."
/////////////UPLOC - HUMAN CONDN
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