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"
I
love
you
so
and
it
’
s
been
awful
.
You
won
’
t
go
away
?
"
"
No
.
I
’
ll
always
come
back
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
love
you
so
.
Please
put
your
hand
there
again
.
"
"
It
’
s
not
been
away
.
"
I
turned
her
so
I
could
see
her
face
when
I
kissed
her
and
I
saw
that
her
eyes
were
shut
.
I
kissed
both
her
shut
eyes
.
I
thought
she
was
probably
a
little
crazy
.
It
was
all
right
if
she
was
.
I
did
not
care
what
I
was
getting
into
.
This
was
better
than
going
every
evening
to
the
house
for
officers
where
the
girls
climbed
all
over
you
and
put
your
cap
on
backward
as
a
sign
of
affection
between
their
trips
upstairs
with
brother
officers
.
I
knew
I
did
not
love
Catherine
Barkley
nor
had
any
idea
of
loving
her
.
This
was
a
game
,
like
bridge
,
in
which
you
said
things
instead
of
playing
cards
.
Like
bridge
you
had
to
pretend
you
were
playing
for
money
or
playing
for
some
stakes
.
Nobody
had
mentioned
what
the
stakes
were
.
It
was
all
right
with
me
.
"
I
wish
there
was
some
place
we
could
go
,
"
I
said
.
I
was
experiencing
the
masculine
difficulty
of
making
love
very
long
standing
up
.
"
There
isn
’
t
any
place
,
"
she
said
.
She
came
back
from
wherever
she
had
been
.
"
We
might
sit
there
just
for
a
little
while
.
"
We
sat
on
the
flat
stone
bench
and
I
held
Catherine
Barkley
’
s
hand
.
She
would
not
let
me
put
my
arm
around
her
.
"
Are
you
very
tired
?
"
she
asked
.
"
No
.
"
