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I
saw
right
off
they
weren
’
t
.
She
just
laughed
.
"
He
’
s
the
last
person
I
’
d
marry
.
I
’
d
rather
marry
you
.
"
Then
why
can
’
t
it
be
me
?
"
Because
I
can
’
t
marry
a
man
to
whom
I
don
’
t
feel
I
belong
in
all
ways
.
My
mind
must
be
his
,
my
heart
must
be
his
,
my
body
must
be
his
.
Just
as
I
must
feel
he
belongs
to
me
.
"
I
belong
to
you
.
"
But
you
don
’
t
!
Belonging
’
s
two
things
.
One
who
gives
and
one
who
accepts
what
’
s
given
.
You
don
’
t
belong
to
me
because
I
can
’
t
accept
you
.
I
can
’
t
give
you
anything
back
.
"
I
don
’
t
want
much
.
"
I
know
you
don
’
t
.
Only
the
things
that
I
have
to
give
anyway
.
The
way
I
look
and
speak
and
move
.
But
I
’
m
other
things
.
I
have
other
things
to
give
.
And
I
can
’
t
give
them
to
you
,
because
I
don
’
t
love
you
.
"
I
said
,
that
changes
everything
then
,
doesn
’
t
it
.
I
stood
up
,
my
head
was
throbbing
.
She
knew
what
I
meant
at
once
,
I
could
see
it
in
her
face
,
but
she
pretended
not
to
understand
.
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
