shout out to teen angst!

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I tell him, "But I want to know you. I want to know who you are."

He flinches and turns to me and says, raising his voice at first and then letting it drop softer, "No one will ever know anyone. We just have to deal with each other. You're not ever gonna know me."

"What in the hell does that mean?" I ask.

"It just means you're not ever gonna know me," he says. "Figure it out. Deal with it."