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"Oliver paused for a few seconds, then leaned forward with his elbows braced on his knees, pale hands dangling. "When I was . . . transformed, I thought in the beginning that I could stay with those mortals I loved. It isn't smart. You should understand this by now. We stay apart for a reason."You stay apart so you don't feel guilty for doing what it is you do, I shot back. "I'm not like you. I'll never be like you. Best of all, I don't have to be."
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