He says that there is no fun if one knew what lies ahead.
She does not want the fun. She wants this uncertainty to end.
He says that nothing is certain.
She feels trapped, a noose around her neck.
He sighs. "I am trying", he says.
She wants to know for how long?
He says as long as it takes. He is an optimist.
She feels that he is not an optimist, just a fool.
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