namoo77
6 posts
@hoso_human 정이 도둑같아요....
갑: 저 셋중 한명이다... (참)
을: 병이 도둑이다(거짓)
병: 갑과 정사이 (참)
정: 을이 맞다(거짓)
정확히 2거짓, 2참이 성립됨...ㅎㅎㅎ
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@JHPark00700 @hoso_human 병이 도둑이라고 가정한다면 병만 거짓말이고 다른 갑을정의 말이 모두 참이 되므로 문제의 답이 되지 않습니다.
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흐하.. 보지살이 다딸려나오네.. 흑형딜도 생각보다 존나대물임.. 묵직하게들어온다..
건너편건물에서 누가보는것같은데..ㅠ 몰랑..
(피딩ㄴㅁ 10:53)
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(개저씨숭계도있음)
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이건 개저씨가 백만번 강추한다..👍 시오봉으로 보지초토화시키고.. 애널초토화시켜서 애널깊숙히 정액싸지르기.. 트레이너 리아애널은 항상옳다.
시오봉으로 농락 애널사정(14:14)
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He once lost him in a script. This time, there was no script to soften the goodbye.
When Patrick Dempsey arrived to pay his respects to Eric Dane, the moment carried a weight no camera could capture and no audience could fully understand.
They had once stood side by side in the charged corridors of Grey's Anatomy Derek Shepherd and Mark Sloan, friends, rivals, brothers in everything but blood. Their chemistry defined an era of the show. Their arguments crackled with ego and affection. Their reconciliations felt earned. On screen, they navigated betrayal, forgiveness, loyalty, and love. Off screen, they shared something quieter but just as real: years of work, growth, and shared memory.
At the memorial, there were no dramatic monologues. No perfectly lit close-ups. Only a man standing before the reality that his friend was truly gone.
Those who saw Patrick that day said he was composed, but changed. Grief did not erupt; it settled. It lived in his eyes. He greeted family members gently. He lingered longer than expected. When he stood in silence, it felt less like an actor paying tribute and more like a brother trying to reconcile the permanence of loss.
For years, fans had associated them as a pair McDreamy and McSteamy two halves of a dynamic that helped shape modern television drama. But in that quiet space of farewell, there were no nicknames. Only Patrick. Only Eric.
It is said that Patrick spoke softly about laughter. About long shooting days that turned into late-night conversations. About the strange bond that forms when two actors spend seasons inhabiting lives so intertwined that fiction begins to blur with memory. He did not dwell on fame. He spoke about presence about how Eric had a way of filling a room without trying, about his humor, about the warmth beneath the confident exterior.
Grief, especially between men who shared years of camaraderie, often comes without spectacle. It shows itself in stillness. In the tightening of a jaw. In the pause before a sentence finishes. Patrick did not need grand gestures to express what had been lost. The silence around him carried enough.
Perhaps what made the moment most painful was the echo of their shared history. On screen, Patrick’s character once said goodbye in hospital rooms and tragic finales. Those scenes were rehearsed. This one was not. There was no director to call “cut.” No rewrite to ease the ending. Only the undeniable truth that some partnerships end not with conflict, but with absence.
As he left the service, witnesses recalled that Patrick turned back once just briefly as though imprinting the moment into memory. Not as an actor honoring a co-star. But as a friend saying farewell.
Because beyond the fame, beyond the cultural phenomenon, beyond the decades of storytelling, what remained was simple and human:
Two men who once stood shoulder to shoulder in fiction.
And one man now standing alone in reality.
Some stories never truly end… they just stay with us. 💔
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