SQUARING FACE
WITH BEING
No, Brady, I've not much time
left, and things to do just pile
up. I need a winch to wind my
way through all this miracle
fodder : you've left home like
this once more, and long ago.
I was the one with shadows, and
the dark. No, not the light, no.
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You mistake me for some
cadaver, then? You think you
know me by my arm?
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