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I hate that I love you. But why am I like this? I know you ask it, too. And, god, I wish I knew. I haven’t got a clue. I feel it through and through, and it is torturous. Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requires? Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.
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