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But then the real world rushes in and he vanishes again...the sun, somehow, makes him vanish. He appears, and he disappears. Like a sunrise, or a sunset, or anything so ephemeral. Just like our life, hmm? We appear, and we disappear. And we are so important to some, but we are just...passing through.
- Natalia, Before Midnight





Still there.
Still there.
Still there.
Gone.
- Celine, Before Midnight


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