People asked if he was lonely. If all those nights were getting to him. He thought it was a strange question to ask. A question where you already know the answer. You do, and you're just waiting for the other person to say it. You want them to say it, want them to allow it, their life should be OK for you to talk about. And so you ask the question, leading directly to where you want to go. And so people asked him if he was lonely. And he told them, No, but I'm learning.
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