We’re sitting at a restaurant table, mere arm’s length away from each other, and yet I still feel fairly distant. I can’t bring myself to look at you directly, my eyes are swimming with secrets. I’m not comfortable sharing them just yet, and I won‘t have them given away. Silence starts seeping into our conversation. So we just sit there, chewing
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