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When I kiss him goodnight it is a storm. A sudden, powerful intensity. He begins to kiss me like a lover… Holds me like a lover… I feel love, the love of my brother, the body I bathed, took care of. I feel tenderness, but he, passion. He says suddenly: “Go away.”
Reunited: The Correspondence of Anais and Joaquin Nin, 1933-1940
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