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...there is a sharp undercurrent...

  ...there is a sharp undercurrent hiding deep within our words. That undercurrent just keeps on rolling, surging, crashing, rolling again. Everything a good undercurrent can do, it does between us, twisting us against each other, without our ever touching hearts...

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