We would have been all right if there hadn't been any mess.
But you can't handle mess. You need everything neat and easy. I don't
know. Maybe you can't love anybody. It was so much Buck. When Buck died,
it was like you buried all your love with him, and I don't understand
that, I just don't know, I don't...maybe it wasn't even Buck; maybe it
was just you. Maybe, finally, it was the best of you that you buried.
But whatever it was...I don't know who you are. I don't know what we've
been playing at. So I was crying. Because I don't know if I love you anymore.
And I don't know what I'm going to do without that.
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