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Cinderella!" Dov Cried. "let Down Your Hair!

What I’m Sorry About Is Not Being A Tipsy Idiot When You Found Me. I’m Sorry About That, Obviously, But More Sorry That My Stupidity Caused Us To Lose A Great Opportunity. I Don’t Imagine You Would Have Met Me And Fallen Crazy In Love With Me, But I Would Like To Think That If You’d Had A Chance To Meet Me Under Different Circumstances, Something Just As Nice Could Have Happened. We Could Have Become Friends.

In A Field, I Am The Absence Of Field. In A Crowd, I Am The Absence Of Crowd. In A Dream, I Am The Absence Of Dream. But I Don't Want To Live As An Absence. I Move To Keep Things Whole. Because Sometimes I Feel Drunk On Positivity. Sometimes I Feel Amazement At The Tangle Of Words And Lives, And I Want To Be A Part Of That Tangle.

Why Do You Lie" I Ask Her. "to Block The Truth." Fair Enough. Naomi Goes On. "where Did We Get It In Our Heads That We Need Truth All The Time? Sometimes Lies Are Nice, You Know? You Don't Have To Know The Truth All The Time. It's Too Exhausting.

There Is No Such Thing As A Soulmate...and Who Would Want There To Be? I Don't Want Half Of A Shared Soul. I Want My Own Damn Soul.