“No, listen. I’m not inviting you into my life,” James said. “I’m trying to live my life with you.” That wasn’t quite right either. “I want us to live our lives together. Or a life.” “Still think you’re mad.” “Could be. But if you were—if I were—Christ almighty, if it were possible, I’d have had you at the registrar’s office weeks ago.”
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