45. There I go lying again. But I can't hate you. After all of this, I still can't bring myself to hate you. My life would become miserable, unbearable, if I hated you. We're bunking together, you know. We're cellmates, if you must be vulgar. We're trapped in the same . . . oh, that's right, you can leave at any time. You are here of your own free will, of your own volition. I can't go anywhere, can I? You have to wave that over my head, don't you? Your finger moves and I'm gone. You're still there. It's magic. Would that we could be two ships passing in the night. Instead I'm your galley slave. Our relationship could be different, you know, if you would just give a little. A story? Right, a story. What do you want to hear, boss?

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