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Love here sounds like a teenage blockbuster: noisy, daring, with a jumble of zombies under the ceiling, albums on the knee, and random rhymes that are more important than any common sense. The feeling is sometimes mischievous, sometimes sincerely trembling with fear of loss. Everything is both ridiculous and touching at the same time - like first love, where instead of logic, there is only “I love you, believe me” and a night light that for some reason never goes out.