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Rh Her lower lip turned out like the lip of that boy and her face tears were running down her cheeks.

“Because I I was afraid that if I did you might  you would stop lov— Oh, I cannot, I could not!”

I understood. It was the truth. Absurd, ridiculous, human truth. I opened the door.