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mix of fear and cold; but mainly fear, wondering about what was to come in the very near future. Then I compared her to what I had become, and I resolved that I would rather die than give up what I had become, and what I had acquired. I had blossomed into a woman and had fallen in love with another woman, and despite the social stigma that a same sex relationship carried in those days, I wanted to continue that relationship despite all of the potential problems. I wanted to stay with the woman I loved, and continue to make love to her. I’d have been marked out as a collaborator, and had I been captured by my own side, my fate would have been uncertain. Would I have been given a long prison sentence for what was little