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This world

… will not relent until I am petrified, will it? Hardening, hardening, crackling, smooth. Let everything — blood, sweat, bile — roll off like dew. Nothing goes in, nothing comes out, no blinking, eyes open always so I can see the lesson. And I swear, there isn’t one. There never is.

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