"I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn't, not really.
Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered,
semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn't realize it would sometimes
be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea.
Because it's the halves that halve you in half. I didn't know, don't know,
about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me. "
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