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Chapter 1
Youcanhaveyourownbedroomandlockiteverynight,Isaid.
"Butthat’shorrible.It’sinhuman!We’llneverunderstandeachother.Wedon’thavethesamesortofheart."
I’vegotaheart,forallthat,Isaid.
"Ijustthinkofthingsasbeautifulornot.Can’tyouunderstand?Idon’tthinkofgoodorbad.Justofbeautifulorugly.Ithinkalotofnicethingsareuglyandalotofnastythingsarebeautiful."
You’replayingwithwords,Isaid.Allshedidwasstareatme,thenshesmiledandgotupandstoodbythefire,reallybeautiful.Butallwithdrawn.Superior.
Isupposeyou’reinlovewiththatPiersBroughton,Isaid.Iwantedtogiveherajolt.Shewasreallysurprised,too.
"Howdoyouknowabouthim?"
Itoldheritwasinthepapers.Itsaidyouandhimwereunofficiallyengaged,Isaid.
Isawrightofftheyweren’t.Shejustlaughed."He’sthelastpersonI’dmarry.I’drathermarryyou."
Thenwhycan’titbeme?
"BecauseIcan’tmarryamantowhomIdon’tfeelIbelonginallways.Mymindmustbehis,myheartmustbehis,mybodymustbehis.JustasImustfeelhebelongstome."
Ibelongtoyou.
"Butyoudon’t!Belonging’stwothings.Onewhogivesandonewhoacceptswhat’sgiven.Youdon’tbelongtomebecauseIcan’tacceptyou.Ican’tgiveyouanythingback."
Idon’twantmuch.
"Iknowyoudon’t.OnlythethingsthatIhavetogiveanyway.ThewayIlookandspeakandmove.ButI’motherthings.
