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Sunscreen

Saying love is an illusion, nothing more than a bunch of neurons firing, a cocktail of chemicals slushing through your brain, is like saying the Sun is not real. That the Sun is just a bunch of atoms colliding. Well, I do not know about you, but I still get a fucking burn on a hot summer day, if I do not use sunscreen. That is real enough for me.