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okay: it seems a little bit silly--ridiculous actually--that this/she/i prefer "it" is a solution. i doubt it was a/the/our problem, bc how could a/the/our problem be external or anything beside the sheer fact that conversation suddenly became impossible and less and less cerebral if it ever was in the first place. and i remember this time he was all weird and shakey and couldn't light his own cigarette and i had to tell him that "transpassing" was supposed to be "trespassing" and now every single time i step off the train i think about this and feel silly/ridiculous/pathetic in my own skin at being all forgiving and forgetful.