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He turned off the light. His wife was breathing slowly. At her bedside, he spoke of her friends the roses, of the pretty carnation brooch he had pinned to her silk scarf, of the alluring hat which fitted her so well. Small souvenirs, simple and vivid, the heavy night…
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is here. We knew that something was coming. But we didn't trust the ones we trusted. They didn't lie, they sang songs and we didn't listen. What good is a spirit whale if it doesn't feed you its knowledge? The bitter, revengeful thing that was…
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