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“Was I too young, deeply depending on who I was with, as luck would have it? One cannot start it too soon, it had begun. The more I drew you in, the more you drove me back. It’s not what it costs; it’s all that it returns. Still, you cried when I cried, spoke truth when I lied. I’m north of the sky, you’re south of the sea; sounds like the middle to me, the middle, no place I care to be.”