I was the only person who really knew him, he'd told me, but after six months he still felt brand new. I knew enough facts that I could present a decent-length paper, a timeline of major events, but when he put his hands around my neck, I couldn't say for sure he wouldn't kill me. No one knew the real me, either—all of my relationships had been the kind where they think they're seeing the worst of you but it's only a distraction. I had successfully hidden myself from everyone I'd ever known.
- from "Fast Trains"
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