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March 9, 2020
He gives a little latitude, licences small indiscretions here and there that seem cute, and realises too late that he has been drawn along a longitude he cannot navigate. Pulled out of alignment, his judgement is no longer reliable. He has taken his eye off the horizon and knows he is being played, that he is not the player. And all for what: his ego, his need to be liked, to feel useful, to have her look up at him and smile? What you have to do these days for a smile is unconscionable; it has weakened and unravelled him.