I love you, Eliza,†I said.
She thought about it. “No,†she said at last, “I don’t like it.â€
“Why not?†I said.
“It’s as though you were pointing a gun at my head,†she said. “It’s just a way of getting somebody to say something they probably don’t mean. What else can I say, or anybody say, but, ‘I love you, too’?
— Kurt Vonnegut
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