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As I came alive talking about a German woman Iād met at breakfast on a beach in Thailand, her eyes dimmed with everything she was afraid of.
After the break, Andre was giving his whole self, while D was closing her whole self. Love and hate were in the same room.
If I stopped telling the truth, she would make up her own truth. If I kept telling the truth, whether with my mouth or my gestures, she would absorb everything as betrayal. And if I stopped talking to avoid more damage, she kept asking me to tell her more.
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