Once you exchange vows and consummate the relationship should you cheat somewhere down the line, it won't matter how long the estrangement lasts or the pain of betrayal lingers. Even divorce will be nothing more than an illusion. Nor will it matter if you move to Manhattan, Mars, Montana, or Marquette. And, you can rest assured if you're kneeling in prayer with the faceless masses at a Vatican mass, lost on a Ginza sidewalk at rush hour, dancing beneath the sun at noon, or navigating your way through a moonlit dream, your Heroin will always know your exact location and come offering a kind of forgiveness you can't turn down. 

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