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When two characters are in love with one another, but they’re both playing a role. They’re interacting exclusively with each other through masks and personas and dances of lies and half truths. And the line between the mask and the true face is constantly slipping and blurring and blending, and neither of them knows where the lie ends and the truth begins, but there’s love in both. The role and the dance and the lie is all part of the love as much as what’s buried at the center of it.
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