I am dreaming. I am in a scene from some movie where the life is draining out of the actor in the lead role. In the last moments of his life he is vexed and questioning his great love. “Why are you going? Don’t leave me!” “I’m right here,” his lover reminds him. “I haven’t moved.” “What? It’s not you leaving? Am I the one walking away? Why am I walking away? I don’t want to leave you. Please, don’t let me leave.”
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