Adventure Time
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Complete Sat, Feb 20, 2021<5 mins
"Hey Jake,"
"Yeah Finn?"
"Do you ever get the feeling that your just a small fly, buzzing through the breeze even when big things are happening out in the world? Like your just something small compared to the universe."
"Hell yeah man, but its a good thing y'know."
"Yeah? How so..."
"Well when your just a teensy fly, even when everything is in chaos you can still fight through it. Take it like being too small and too fast to get hit in any of the real dangers. You get to see everything in slow motion and have enough time to think even if it doesn't feel like it."
"..."
"Thanks, Jake. You know I love you."
"I love you too, bro. Me too."
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