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Now I have a reason.

Now I have a reason not to die again.

Now I have a reason to run around the lake three, four, five times, and work out for a couple hours and feel pretty good about myself.

Now I have a reason for all that.

Of all the places I've been and all the people I've met and all the women I've known and all the things I've done and all the things I've heard, I still can't believe that some asteroid at the end of the universe -- where I'm stuck, where I can't leave if I want -- is the place that's probably going to bring me more happiness than I've ever had.

Shit, it already has. It already has.

Fuck the snow flowers and the grey ash; fuck traveling through space to planets and moons and asteroids and space stations; fuck Vicious and his truths and most of all, fuck Julia and her lies.

I don't need you any more. Goodbye, all of that.