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SHANNON: What is my problem, Mr. Jelkes? HANNAH: The oldest one in the world—the need to believe in something or in someone—almost anyone—almost anything . . . something. SHANNON: Your voice sounds hopeless about it. HANNAH: No, I’m not hopeless about it. In fact, I’ve discovered something to believe in. SHANNON: Something like . . . God? HANNAH: No. SHANNON: What? HANNAH: Broken gates between people so they can reach each other, even if it’s just for one night only. SHANNON: One night stands, huh? HANNAH: One night . . . communication between them on a verandah outside their . . . separate cubicles, Mr. Shannon. SHANNON: You don’t mean physically, do you? HANNAH: No. SHANNON: I didn’t think so. Then what? HANNAH: A little understanding exchanged between them, a wanting to help each other through nights like this.

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“ Human feeling are hard to understand. Some are light like you just freak it. Some are dark to make people hate you. Some are deep, deeply too much nobody could understand, but it's understandable once you have swimming to the deep thoughts you have got something to leaning towards to good way on news way on right way. You have know yourself and true. Keep asking yourself ‘ you wanna do it because of it's your dream or someone told you to do? ’ you'll find out. ”

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