“- We used to talk about death, she said. We dont any more. Why is that? - I dont know. - It's because it's here. There's nothing left to talk about. - I wouldnt leave you. - I dont care. It's meaningless. You can think of me as a faithless slut if you like. I've taken a new lover. He can give me what you cannot. - Death is not a lover. - Oh yes he is.”
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