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You saw yourself as an unholy triptych, three into one, one into three: she the girl, you the Devil, and I the Saint. And you understood, finally, that there had never truly been a she or a you but only a terrible, lonely I.

You didn’t always recognize yourself in their songs—you were no great beauty, and your sword was not forged in hellfire—but you recognized your enemies.

so that battle lost all immediacy for you and became something more like a memory, a set of elegant red steps you’d learned long ago.