"I like you too much for my own good"
"I know. I'm sorry."
"I know."
Down the shady, sunlit corridors; the dusty aisles; hours spent stitching the tiny tears in me back together. Such fine needlework, you can barely see the craftsman's hand. I'm sorry I can't give you a why. I have one, but it's not for you.
Amazing. I love the last part...'but its not for you'
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