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I want to acknowledge it, be honest that I’m repulsed by the transformation. In my mind this would bring the whole thing down to earth, make it seem real.
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The house soared north, then veered west, where the land went up and up, and the buildings went up and up, like a metallic wave cresting ahead of the distant mountains.
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The healers in the city told me they’ve looked through my body with the eyes of their electronic gods, they’ve searched for the name of my pain under skin and muscle, blood and bone, yet they’ve found nothing.
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A mother like her, with a pressed skirt and button-up shirt, would not wait until the last minute to buy supplements. She would have everything planned out months in advance. She wouldn't have to wait for payday.
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Willow, my dearest. You know all that stuff about your life flashing past your eyes? It’s true.
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So sleep-sick and red-eyed, all of us, because we care so very much. Because we give of ourselves.
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Our tattoos find each other. My black snake slithers off my shoulder and curls itself around his dragon.
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Little hands flailed, the kid grabbed anything to keep moving, then collided with a heavy-duty armrest and plonked down, eyes gazing up with fear and betrayal.
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