Even if it's not true, I like to pretend I'm the only one who knows all sorts of things about you. I'd list my collected facts here but then they wouldn't be a secret anymore. Conversations provide legos and I put all the blocks together until all this knowledge is spread out in front of me, shaped as much like you as possible. I never feel like I know all of a person, so I just try to locate consistent patterns. I let them go and later if I still think they're true, I go out looking for them again.


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