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and
I
know
I
'll
never
again
fall
in
love
--
I
could
n't
--
you
've
been
too
much
a
part
of
my
days
and
nights
to
ever
let
me
think
of
another
girl
.
I
meet
them
all
the
time
and
they
do
n't
interest
me
.
I
'm
not
pretending
to
be
blasé
,
because
it
's
not
that
.
It
's
just
that
I
'm
in
love
.
Oh
,
dearest
Isabelle
(
somehow
I
ca
n't
call
you
just
Isabelle
,
and
I
'm
afraid
I
'll
come
out
with
the
"
dearest
"
before
your
family
this
June
)
,
you
've
got
to
come
to
the
prom
,
and
then
I
'll
come
up
to
your
house
for
a
day
and
everything
'll
be
perfect
...
And
so
on
in
an
eternal
monotone
that
seemed
to
both
of
them
infinitely
charming
,
infinitely
new
.
