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“Falling in love” as you call it. I don’t necessarily call it ‘falling’. I call it ‘being thrown’ because often we do not do it with any warning, with any kind of knowledge and with no chance to stop it. When you realise it’s happening you can’t go back. You just have to hope that the one who threw you will be there to catch you. Sometimes they are, they are so ready to catch you they’ve put a bed, one that you will sink in, and you won’t scratch any part of you. Other times they’re late. You’ve hit

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