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They had an understanding. No one knows you like I know you. They were special. Different. They were linked by something unspoken; they respected one another so deeply that they only wanted the other to be happy. Who had that? No one. This was true modern companionship. This was a relationship with no possession, no jealousy. They were young. They were beautiful. They were in the middle of a s****l awakening and they were in the woods with all manner of young bodies, drugs, music, booze and opportunities.
There were art shows and plays and concerts. Yowling in the trees, laughter echoing off the bark like bird calls. There were evenings of poetry at the café and skinny dipping in the lake en masse. Did they have friends? Of a sort. Sometimes, they hooked up with people, and found eac
