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There is no nobility here. There was, once. They are gone now and their replacements do no good. The man with the bright teeth offers a hand down but never alone. His wife feeds children behind bright flashes of white. She kept her last name and hyphenated it with his. 

Why do you follow them around? Do you not know you are your own queen? Your own king? There is nothing they can give you which you cannot acquire for yourself. It is not an argument for solitude, rather moral fortitude. 

I guess it is not different now. It feels different. I do not know and you cannot speak of truth.