"Both were full with the knowledge of their own imperfections, they enjoyed the silence of night as it slumbered. One thing they didn't know then, although they might have sensed it, was that they would say those words in a hundred different ways: breathily in an understone, shouted in accusation, wholesomely, in public, in private, in passion, unwillingly, expansively, and on and on. - It was inevitable."
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