What am I afraid of was the question posed by the other, and once answered, I was not longer afraid of him or her, whoever the other was; got to know him or her and we danced and sang and ate our meals and cried and laughed together and shared and talk freely about our commonalities and differences and hugged each other, to be awaken from the dream by some complicated and abstruce discourse on humanity and politics and psychoanalysis and literary theory; and then I became afraid again of the other
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