"Because it leaves us with nothing to believe in," I said.
"But that's nothing," I said. "That's vanity."
"Well, which would you prefer," he asked, "believing in nothing or believing in a lie?"
"Is there a third option?"
Jack snorted. Maybe he was disgusted. The band was setting up. There were a few girls standing in line for the bathroom. Or maybe they were just standing in what looked like a line, waiting for nothing. The floor underneath my feet was sticky. For a moment I couldn't tell exactly where I was.
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