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*** For a brief second, time stopped still. Everything seemed to slow down to a crawl, and I was unable to do anything but look at Joaquin as he stared directly at me, a questioning look in his eyes. I felt like the world was spinning out of control already, and nothing was making sense to me anymore. Joaquin knew, and I had no idea how he came to know. He was looking at me in exactly the same way he was looking at me when I was myself, and that meant he had figured it out already. “I know it’s you,” he said softly. “Please don’t pretend it’s not.” I tried to speak, but then all my emotions came pouring down and I threw my arms around his neck, allowing the tears to fall freely. For a brief moment, he was hesitant. But then he wrapped his arms around me, and I allowed myself to feel