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It was late at night, or it was in the middle of people, and you shared your knowledge and understanding with me. No matter how many "technical terms" and chain of thoughts I bombed you with, no matter how much I ended them in the middle of the sentence and jumped onto different trains of thoughts, you summed it up for me and followed me without any struggle. You didn't ask "what???", you didn't look at me like I was an alien, and yet you reacted like I expected. Calm, yet fierce in what you answered, completely focused on the topic. Debating with me about stuff that we just shared: About the world. It feels so familiar, and it is so precious. It feels common, but at the same time you fear that in one moment, it could be taken from you.