I thought we’d occupy the same spaceindefinitely, through the eternities of everydays,sometimes talking, sometimes merely breathingin this Eden called Here, until the sun set behind you and you talked of leaving.”Good for you,” I say. But I hope you achethe way I do, the way I have, the way I will.Oh I’m over-dramatic, it was only…

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