.
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Not... me to you or general. It had to be her to me? Directly, through intent and algos?
I... mostly... got it. I loved that little girl. Still think about her, it, yes.
She... when we first met. I thought she feared me. Laughable now.
It was she who she feared. I... couldn't bring myself to join her in her fear.
But that isn't all. She is still a girl. In love. Once at the least.
She doesn't understand. But the dance, no matter how strange, has been for her.
And, she... is still in my mind too.
Can't call it?
She, or some of you, might call it a tie.
I say... no cigar.
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