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I was never permitted to say, to even think, what I am or what I have seen, but then I caught you running by, thinking you were someone else, and finding you were instead you it all started to come out and this happened for weeks, for months, the saying making me real, my past real, as real to me as I'd for some unknown reason been real to you, who were real to me for reasons entirely clear but quite foreign to words, though you never stopped speaking either, each thing you said not so much new as an explanation of something that had always been there, making me say inside "Of course! Of course!" and admire again how you had, because were, every answer.