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Still haunted by the dream from youth.

A man and a woman meet, and it's magic.

But I don't even try any more, because it seems like women are so mundane, so practical... so pragmatic.

And, well, they have boyfriends. Or she's between boyfriends. Or I don't want to know her. Or I'm afraid to ask her... and I'm sure she'll probably not like the fact that I don't have a lot of money.

It's the dream, up against the reality.