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I took her hand and kissed it. Shortly afterward we were lying on the bank of the canal.

She said, "You are an amazing person. How can I understand you?"

"You are not to understand me butterfly," I replied and looked at her. "I don't understand myself. Often I don't even know what I want, you see."

"Too bad," she said quietly. "It would be nice if you knew what I felt like now."

For the next twenty minutes neither of us spoke much. We got up and she brushed the grass off her pants.

"I like you."

"You're sweet."