"I won't leave." The fool said again, "I won't go." Louder than before, "You touch me." The fool carefully picked up my hand and touched it to my heart. Seeing that I remained silent, his eyes brightened. "Listen" the heart is beating, very fast. "I am yours." The fool looked at me and said that there was obsession, reluctance, and nervousness in his eyes... All for him. Feeling sour in my heart, I blinked my eyes and said "Yeah"
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