December 2011
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The problem is, if I think you’re about to hurt me, I won’t just pull away, I’ll disappear. No questions, no confrontation, no explanation, not a peep. I’ll just disappear. And you’ll be left wondering what the hell happened, where did you — where did we — when did everything go so wrong.
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