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She pulled a bottle from the table and banged it into the side of his head with neat efficiency. Bit by bit a pattern started to emerge. You love me for everything that I am, because we are both the same. The ancient delivery tube wheezed and disgorged them onto the table. His eyes narrowed a bit when he turned to look at me. The ship on the ways still resembled a warship to six places. There was only one way I could reach that balcony, a tiny square above the two-kilometer drop into the valley below. There is a little process called selective forgetting whereby we suppress and distort memories we find distasteful.