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“The situation improved once it occurred to them that they should also talk; as they came to understand each other they learned that what they'd been afraid of was running out of self. On the contrary the more they loved the more there was to love”

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Book:What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours
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What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours

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