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Marriage Is a Twin Box What if I were serious? Seriously, could you take it like a man or would you suffer some unhealable hurt? I, too, would suffer. We aren't even safe in our own skins anymore. Expanding on this: We are one in the same, my likeness to yours, yours, a reflection of mine, no contrast or dissembling and the past is a warm blanket keeping us warm, shielding us from any present or future hurt, melting our hands. I suppose it's inevitable we'll ripen like this. You'll lose your hair and possibly some teeth. I'll lose elasticity and weight. You'll become a ream of perforated pages and I'll become a paper clip holding us together.
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