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I wonder if it is too late to reconcile with you. I never quite know where these preconceived notions come from; the desire perhaps to link myself with the romanticized ideation I still hold of you and I. However, the past is clear and even the ideation holds no true appeal any longer. I wonder if you have come to a similar conclusion of your own accord. The telephone rings; it is you. I decide perhaps, you have not. I smile when I pick up the receiver, not by choice, but by some false precipice, rehearsed as though if I should move too sudden, I might be killed. Going through the motions seems a relentless task and I consider just ending the conversation but the consequences seem to dire.