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"
Not
don
’
t
.
Can
’
t
.
"
"
Every
time
you
go
out
and
I
’
m
not
with
you
I
think
you
may
die
.
I
think
about
dying
every
day
.
Every
time
I
have
you
,
I
think
this
is
one
in
the
eye
for
death
.
You
know
,
you
’
ve
got
a
lot
of
money
and
the
shops
are
going
to
shut
in
an
hour
.
It
’
s
sick
,
but
you
’
ve
got
to
spend
.
Does
that
make
sense
?
"
"
Of
course
.
The
bomb
.
"
She
lay
smoking
.
"
It
’
s
not
the
bomb
.
It
’
s
us
.
"
She
didn
’
t
fall
for
the
solitary
heart
;
she
had
a
nose
for
emotional
blackmail
.
She
thought
it
must
be
nice
to
be
totally
alone
in
the
world
,
to
have
no
family
ties
.
When
I
was
going
on
one
day
in
the
car
about
not
having
any
close
friends
—
using
my
favorite
metaphor
:
the
cage
of
glass
between
me
and
the
rest
of
the
world
—
she
just
laughed
.
"
You
like
it
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
say
you
’
re
isolated
,
boyo
,
but
you
really
think
you
’
re
different
.
"
She
broke
my
hurt
silence
by
saying
,
too
late
,
"
You
are
different
.
"
"
And
isolated
.
"
She
shrugged
.
"
Marry
someone
.
Marry
me
.
"
She
said
it
as
if
she
had
suggested
I
try
an
aspirin
for
a
headache
.
I
kept
my
eyes
on
the
road
.
