People Who Love Freedom Are Always Thinking of Love
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Freedom: The outside world is fascinating.
Love: Take me with you, it'll be even more wonderful.
Freedom: No, take you with you, and I wouldn't be myself.
Love: Also, not.
Freedom: How do you say it? The freedom of love? Or the love of freedom?
Love: It doesn't matter.
Freedom: Don't tease me, I have to leave! Goodbye!
Love: Where are you going? Take me with you.
Freedom: I can go anywhere I want to go alone, and if I take you with me, I can only go to one place.
Love: Which place?
Freedom: Where you are!
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Love: Will you be back?
Freedom: Yes.
Love: The outside world is fascinating, isn't it? Have you ever been to a place you didn't want to leave?
Freedom: No.
Love: If you have, you wouldn't be yourself, right?
Freedom: Yes, that would be a joke. My kind would call it the freedom of bonds, or the bond of freedom – how disgusting a name!
Love: Where are you planning to go next?
Freedom: No destination.
Love: Why don't you stay and rest?
Freedom: Okay, let's rest.
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Love: You're back so quickly!
Freedom: I still haven't found a place I don't want to leave.
Love: Don't you wish there was a place like that?
Freedom: Yes, I can!
Love: Then why don't you spend more time looking for it? I know you don't have to come back.
Freedom: No, I won't.
Love: Why?
Freedom: Suddenly, I realize that where you are, makes me miss you. I understand that I don't have to be myself; you can be.
