...Do you ever wonder, Hermann, if you like me because of the Drift...and only because of the Drift? That maybe my growing feelings for you caused you to spiral into MY pit of infatuation and adoration and love and desperation? You said it yourself, you weren't in love with me until the watch. And the watch didn't come until the anniversary of our Drift. You weren't in love with me when I asked you to dance at the party, or in our apartment, or when you and I kissed and had sex and went on the date and-
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