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This sort of gesture—to force someone into feeling what they wanted to avoid—was something X did all her life to anyone she felt she had the right to change. It seems that more she loved someone, the more pain she wanted to dredge up, the more demanding she became, no matter the cost, no matter the damage.

Some days it seems she is only away in the next room, and when I go to that room she has fled to another room, and when I reach that one she is in yet another. So often I am sure I hear her voice on the other side of a wall or door, but she never stops moving-lecturing, arguing, laughing, making and remaking her case, always-insistent, scouring, spiraling, clear.