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If you asked me today, I would pack a bag and run.
I would follow you anywhere.
To the mountains in New York, to the Great Plains in Kansas, to the Golden Coast of California, I would spend cold nights with you.
I would be your muse in every sense of the word. Like when the camera turns to the audience in Contempt, you would turn to me and see an apparatus of art,
of skill,
of talent.
