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Words fail me always, I said.
Why do you panic, she asked me.
Why is it so crucial for you to know, she asked. Why can't you be satisfied with just knowing how things stand on your side.
Because I want this to happen, I told her.
At least we finally got that out in the open, she responded.
She said, I think you like each other and both of you know it.
I was quiet. I never know what to say except when he and I are alone and then everything falls into place. But then the externalities exert themselves. |
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