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Within a few days she has sent a poem to him, something she wrote when she was fourteen, which establishes that she is wisdom manifest on earth. They keep writing, until it seems as though their thoughts are joined in one being. Each of them now has an uncanny knack for predicting what the other is going to say, which is spooky at first, but which they gradually recognize as a sign of loving trust. Gradually they find themselves in closer and closer proximity. Until one day they are in the same apartment.
�You have real bones� he says.
�Well, I do, you know, really�.
�Well, what I mean is, you�re no jellyfish�
�C�mere,� she says.
END
--April 15, 2006
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