It is a strange fate, don't you think, that we go from finding it (as kids) so very hard to repress our impulses, to finding it (as adults) so very hard
to access the very feelings we have fucking repressed. Presumably there must be a moment, a spot-of-time or pivot, when feelings and repression are in perfect equilibrium. Maybe that moment lasts, for some people, for a very long time? And now I sit me down to ponder how I might write such a character ...
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