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I was deep at sleep.
The appearances of myself when I was young, and of him was repeatedly projected within.
A famous museum of that world. Even the exhibition objects made for an artistic spectacle I think. It was that grandeur, that sweet, and that madly affectionable.
WIn a sense, that was love.
There are many kinds of love.
Love, charity, affection... love-and-hate.
I think, I feel all of those towards him.
"...3 hours and ...
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