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Now there ws this thing about them that caused me at times to doubt them,or created conflict in my mind. Usually there was a he one, and therealso was a she one, but somehow they came out differently. And one ofthem, when she was she, would smile and burn a hole in me; a hole that wastoo hard for me to hide. Once I had a dream bout her, in a filed, aloneoutside a tiny little cottage made of sticks. It was much to small to useit, so she bumped her head and bruised it trying to get through the tinydoor. Afterwards, I went to tell her, but it was he I felt who nodded atmy words indifferently. And of course when this would happen, there wasstill a she to tap up on my shoulder fromhe other side. But it wasn't herwho looked then, close perhaps, but like some bookend that had comemisshapen from its mate. So I told myself there must be some way I canmake them just be who I want to be with all the time, 'cause it kept me ata distance, but my sensees kept insisting it was much more interestinginside.--------------------------------------------------------------------------
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