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He strained his eyes in the dark of the room.
It doesn’t make that much difference to me.
No. He just wanted her. He was intrigued by her.
Was he in love with her? He examined his feeling about her with care.
Yeah, he thought. That’s what it is.
None of it means nothing.
The wind puffed the white nightgown out around her feet.
I understand better than you think.
Will you be gone very long?
The dark didn’t bother him when she was with him.
When she wasn’t there, he was filled with a sense of loss.
You must have made a lot of noise.
You just wait and see. I’m going to give you everything you ever wanted.
He is proving all kinds of things to himself.
She finished the beer in one long gulp.
It was the first defiant gesture she had ever made.
It was always colder on this street than anywhere else, she thought irritably.
I got something important to talk over with you.
He was filled with a vast uneasiness.
“She would like to go somewhere where there was music.”
She argued with herself about it.
It was a world of strange values.
I’ll show you the way, if you like.
I hate to spoil your fun.
What have you got for me?
He strode forward, as if trampling his doubts underfoot.
We’re going to make this thing happen.
I’m ready either way.
Don’t worry, old man, we’ll find a way.
Time is reversible.
Neither of them could move towards the other.
Time can’t unhappen but it can be unlost. Can it?
Not the past, not the future, this now.
In the small space they occupy their own time is real.
The constant anxiety of being human.
The constant effort of being human.
I know it’s about what’s missing.
All at once they were interested in what she had to say.
She had status. She mattered.
It seemed they viewed her differently now.
But I very much doubt that that could be what you’re allergic to.
I base the observation purely on empirical evidence.
I guess I can see your side of it.
I want to show you something.
Chants have been chanted, feet have been stomped.
Try to remember what you were like when you were that age.
Cold enough for you?
Winter getting to you?
Dwelling on the dark side these days?
If one of us fails, we all fail together.

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