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The trick is to never truly reveal yourself. They will fall in love with only a mask, and masks are easily disposable. Once the love dies (surely, all love dies) you will leave not as a failed lover, but as saved heart; ready to cast the mask away and begin anew. My dear, I am only trying to protect you. It’s a loathsome and careless world out there, full of dangerous men and women, built not to love, but to break.

The Caretaker, The Black Books

January 14, 2013
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