"Who's yours?"
"What?"
"Who's yours, you know? The shoulder you cry on, the wall you lean on?"
"Oh."
"So, who's yours?"
"I don't know."
"Don't worry, you'll find him or her."
"Yeah."
But by then, it'll be too late.

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