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Z: I sometimes feel like I'm looking down on myself. Like there's this older, wiser me watching over this 19-year-old rough draft, who's full of all this potential, but has to live more to catch up with that other self somehow. And, uh, I know I'll get there. It's just sometimes I think I want to rush the process, you know? And I don't know, maybe, um - maybe I thought you were some sort of shortcut. Does that make any sense?

J: If I wrote you, I would be like, "This is the best rough draft ever."

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J: I think one of the things I loved the most about being here was the feeling that anything was possible. It's just infinite choices ahead of you. You'd get out of school, and anything could happen. And then you do get out, and... life happens, you know'? Decisions get made. And then all those many choices you had in front of you are no longer really there. At a certain point, you just got to go, "Oh, I guess this is new its going down." And there's just something a little depressing about that.

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Z: Try not to over-think things, okay?
J: Ah, you're talking to the wrong guy.
Z: Well, look. We connect really well, don't you think?
J: We do, yeah. I just can't figure out if it's because you're advanced, or because I'm stunted.
Z: It's because I'm advanced.
J: Maybe. But I'm also a little stunted.
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