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You will walk differently alone, dear, through a thicker atmosphere, forcing your way through the shadows of chairs, through the dripping smoke of the funnels. You will feel your own reflection sliding along the eyes of those who look at you. You are no longer insulated; but I suppose you must touch life in order to spring from it.
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You have to be quite heavily invested in someone to do them the honour of telling them you’re annoyed with them.
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The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me.
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I don’t know how to answer. I know what I think, but words in the head are like voices underwater. They are distorted.
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