As I look back on it now, I realize what terrified me most: he reminded me of things I didn't remember, as they hadn't yet existed. What I mistook for love was a constant deja-vu of experiences and consequences that had never been born. I thought I would like it, even if it did kill me: and I knew the whole time it would. His hands closing on
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