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“
You
have
no
problem
being
honest
with
me
in
print
.
Your
e
-
mails
always
tell
me
exactly
how
you
feel
.
Why
can
’
t
you
do
that
in
conversation
?
Do
I
intimidate
you
that
much
?
”
I
pick
at
an
imaginary
spot
on
my
mother
’
s
blue
-
and
-
cream
quilt
.
“
You
beguile
me
,
Christian
.
Completely
overwhelm
me
.
I
feel
like
Icarus
flying
too
close
to
the
sun
,
”
I
whisper
.
He
gasps
.
“
Well
,
I
think
you
’
ve
got
that
the
wrong
way
around
,
”
he
whispers
.
“
What
?
”
“
Oh
,
Anastasia
,
you
’
ve
bewitched
me
.
Isn
’
t
it
obvious
?
”
No
,
not
to
me
.
Bewitched
…
my
inner
goddess
is
staring
openmouthed
.
Even
she
doesn
’
t
believe
this
.
“
You
’
ve
still
not
answered
my
question
.
Write
me
an
e
-
mail
,
please
.
But
right
now
,
I
’
d
really
like
to
sleep
.
Can
I
stay
?
”
“
Do
you
want
to
stay
?
”
I
can
’
t
hide
the
hope
in
my
voice
.
“
You
wanted
me
here
.
”
