Up the garden path

I took a wrong turn somewhere, I tell X, I got lost. That was around the time everything got fucked up, around the time when I got this sense of things being fucked up. And wasn’t that when you turned up, I ask, when you took up with me? When was that exactly? When was it you led me up the garden path?

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