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We can’t will someone to be at a place where we’re going or convince ourselves that we’re compelled by a force to go to a place because a certain person will be there when he’s never been there before, except that once with us, and may never go back– except if he’s pulled by the same force that pulls us on the same afternoon when we never go except rarely and that once when we met him–. He won’t be there, that’s for certain. However much we will it. 

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