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We talked about you, and we talked about you, and when it came to me—we talked about you.
You made it so damn easy to keep secrets, Duke. When we ran out of things to say, you let it be quiet. And quiet?
Quiet was just what I wanted.
I am given up by traitors,
I talk wildly, I have lost my wits, I and nobody else am the
greatest traitor,
I went myself first to the headland, my own hands carried me
there.
- Walt Whitman, Song of Myself 28
We talked about you, and we talked about you, and when it came to me—we talked about you.
You made it so damn easy to keep secrets, Duke. When we ran out of things to say, you let it be quiet. And quiet?
Quiet was just what I wanted.
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