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Writing at all is a darkness. Reading, at least, lets hell be hell. I had kids, I guess, so that I could save them. It’s impossible for death to be busy. Pain isn’t ready for the animal. I’d practice, but am too small to travel.
Writing at all is a darkness. Reading, at least, lets hell be hell. I had kids, I guess, so that I could save them. It’s impossible for death to be busy. Pain isn’t ready for the animal. I’d practice, but am too small to travel.

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