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“Poor child, telling everything to a stranger, I wanted to build walls around him, I wanted to separate inside from outside, I wanted to give him an infinitely long blank book and the rest of time. It wasn’t what I wanted, but if it was necessary, it was worth it, anything would have been. I wanted to touch him, to tell him that even if everyone left everyone, I would never leave him. He talked and talked, his words fell through him, trying to find the floor of his sadness.”