"A dull pressure in my abdomen marks the moment I saw stars. Sticky sheets. Afterwards, I stick a pencil in my mouth and pretend it’s a cigarette. Every limb, every digit, ignited and flared, roared and subsided, and glows... I catch my breath from wherever it ran to and stretch a satiated lioness. For the moment, I thought that it would be better if you were here. It would, be better."
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