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“This I can tell you: when I came to your apartment for the first time, I recognized it. I knew, without knowing how, that I would never leave. These were bricks you had been laying without knowing it; this was the path my flares had been lighting. It was the beginning of a wobbly and joyful and occasionally gross carrying on, learning to come home to you, marked and myself.”