There's a little known story about a guy named Jack and a girl named Rose. Rose didn't share her space with Jack, so he died. Oh, you know the story?
I saw the movie Titanic when I was 12 years old, and even then, it didn't make sense. They were lovers. They spent the entire movie trying to get as physically close as possible, yet there wasn't enough room on the seemingly large enough lifesaving debris for both of them. It didn't make sense for lovers. But it sure as heck makes sense for mothers.
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