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I wondered how people who got their heartbroken again and again find the courage to hope and try again. Why do they willingly put themselves out there even after knowing that there was a fair chance that they might have to go through the heart shattering pain again? Was one time not enough? After all mistakes were meant to teach us a lesson to learn and not repeat it again and again. "What happened?" Jess demanded, scooting down beside me with a steaming bowl of butter popcorn. "Huh?" I demanded, blinking. "What?" "Who is the killer?" She demanded, staring expectantly at me. I stared at her, at total loss about what she was saying. "I...I don't know," I answered with an apologetic shrug. "Ellie, the movie..." She pointed to the movie that was going on. "Who is the killer? Who ki