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I believed in what I could see. In science and fact, not faith. Extreme emotions made me uncomfortable and uneasy, and I avoided them at all costs. My parents had them in abundance, and every time one presented itself, it would deplete my emotional resources. They left me drained, left me feeling tired, left me folding in on myself, retreating into my room with music and a book and the still calmness of my sanctuary. Refused emotion in place of logic. Observed rather than participated. Emotions were exhausting, and I had no practical use for them. But Matt inspired extreme emotions in me. My brow furrowed as I wheeled around another shelf, scanning the spines for my destination. I wondered how shaaring space with him would end, knowing I had no control over my brain’s traitorous chemica
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