I actually agree with BookZombie.
Personally, I don't get it. I don't think that is a bad thing but I simply don't get it. I don't understand how it feels to be that devoted to something. There really isn't an example. It may be a bit sad. In fact, I think it is. Maybe when I have felt like that I will empathise but for now I'll have to settle for logically understanding that I don't understand.
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