A strange sensation runs through me, a feeling that I don't know this person in front of me, even though he matters more to me than anyone ever has, than anyone ever will. You tidy up some dirty plates, pick up some clothes, open the wardrobe to put them away.
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A strange sensation runs through me, a feeling that I don't know this person in front of me, even though he matters more to me than anyone ever has, than anyone ever will. You tidy up some dirty plates, pick up some clothes, open the wardrobe to put them away.
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