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The irony of being there, in that place, was not lost on me. It was not intentional. Well, I meant to come there, but not for that reason. Freud would say I subconsciously chose it. I say fuck Freud. Sometimes a cigar really is just a cigar. I stood looking at the plaque and shook my head. Even here, at the furthest reaches of just about anywhere, I couldn't escape him. I laughed. It was a dry, humorless laugh. The real ones had not yet returned to me. I didn't know if they ever would. I did know, however, that this seemed to be yet another sign, another acknowledgment that I was inexorably tied to him. It made my decision that much more certain in my mind. It was meant to be after all. It was inevitable. It had to be done. Now I just needed to convince him.