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I can be your age--in both mind, and body--I know I can. The years between us are nothing really, just a concept of space painted in linear fashion on a blank map. All we are, and all we ever will, be are our thoughts. So, if I see myself as a young man in your arms, then that's what i'll be--forever. It's not hard really, I just have to suspend reality and repaint time. I'm sure it has been done before.
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