Is that what love is? Using people? And maybe that's what hate is - not being able to use people.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
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Oh, Sebastian, what a lovely summer it's been. Just the two of us. Sebastian and Violet. Violet and Sebastian. Just the way it's always going to be. Oh, we are lucky, my darling, to have one another and need no one else ever.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
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Strictly speaking, his life was his occupation. Yes, yes, Sebastian was a poet. That's what I meant when I said his life was his work because the work of a poet is th elife of a poet, and vice versa, the life of a poet is the work of a poet. I mean, you can't separate them. I mean, a poet's life is his work, and his work is his life in a special sense.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
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Sebastian said, 'Truth is the bottom of a bottomless well.'复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
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My son, Sebastian and I constructed our days. Each day we would carve each day like a piece of sculpture, leaving behind us a trail of days like a gallery of sculpture until suddenly, last summer.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
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She's here, Doctor. Miss Catherine's here.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
