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Now this, but put Mentos in. That'd be a relationship with some real sparks!

Absolutely, I'm glad it was helpful!

My mind says cat immediately in panel 1 and 2, but panel 3 I could totally see as a dog. I think the ears get a bit longer and the face protrudes more in that panel, which are more typically dog traits.

1. Cat.

2. Thrown at the cat for asking "can I join?"

3. A new friend, perhaps the artist (this was drawn in response to a a post).

4. No, it's part of making the cat feel better.

5. Hand haver.

6. Vicariously experiencing being loved after being hurt.

7. No, it is missing the second entity in multiple panels. I'm defining reverse loss as |_ II II I, which it is not.

Are our hours ours?

"Aunt" aside, this feels a lot more existential than motivational. I wonder if they have any other hand embellished furnishings like:

• Your days are numbered, and you just lost one more.
• It's over, you can't change yesterday; you never could.
• You're one day closer to finding out if you regret how you lived.

That's a heck of a compliment, thanks! Seems like Chuck can write about anything, as long as it's about being pounded in the butt.

Dear OP, I find the premise of not having a "puter" when I die to be very speculative, and not particulatly reflective of the world we live in. Individuals carrying smartphones in their pockets is very commonplace, and I find it very probable that I will indeed have one on my person when I die. If not, it's likely that I'm at home, where I possess several computers.

Perhaps you meant this to be more of a "you cannot use a computer after you've already died" situation, but I have to interpret based on the information I've been given. A few words in a title is all I have to go by, so I am required by Internet law to debate those words as-is. I will await your rebuttal, as is custom in the "facts and logic" forum.

Computer (optional).

The still darkness emboldens my tongue, as it embraces its newest lover. You, a dry and porous morsel of crouton grips to me, pleading for moisture as your friction electrifies my taste buds. We share this fleeting moment of ecstasy together, our bodies melding ever softer in our yearning. I know you now—all of you—and I'm left with a cheesy garlic memento of our time together. Normally the stillness of the night is eerie to me, but tonight, I feel the world simply wished to give us room to experience each other. I'm grateful that I could ever find love, and eternally so that I found it with you.

If I do this, I'll be little more than a shell of who I once was...

Since Rome has already been built, this should be a walk in the park.