Then we two are once again on common ground. Rare creatures, pursued by those who should turn from us. Is it desperation, the act of a drowning man, that keeps me clutching at Louis, and he clutching at me in turn? Or love enduring? Is this what we deserve?
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[ because if she could, she would. how difficult it is, to shed the bonds forged in childhood. ]
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[ children like themselves, so long ago. ]
But we can worsen our fates, with the cruelty of our actions.
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