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am dead, but it’s not so b. I’v lrn to liv with it. I’ sorryI cn’t proprly introuc ysl, but I on’t hv  n nyor.Hrly ny o us o. W los th lik cr kys, orgt th liknnivrsris. Min ight hv strt with n “R,” but tht’s llI hv now. It’s unny bcus bck whn I ws liv, I ws lwysorgtting 
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popl’s ns. My rin “M” sys th irony o  bing  zobi is tht vrything is unny, but you cn’t sil, b-cus your lips hv rott o.Non o us r prticulrly ttrctiv, but th hs bn kinr to  thn so. I’ still in th rly stgs o cy. Just th gryskin, th unplsnt sll, th rk circls unr y ys. I coullost pss or  Living n in n o  vction. Bor I b-c  zobi I ust hv bn  businssn,  bnkr or bro-kr or so young tp lrning th rops, bcus I’ wring 
 
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irly nic cloths. Blck slcks, gry shirt, r ti. M ks un o  sotis. H points t y ti n tris to lugh,  chok,gurgling rubl p in his gut. His cloths r holy jns n plin whit T-shirt. Th shirt is looking prtty cbr by now. Hshoul hv pick  rkr color.W lik to jok n spcult bout our cloths, sinc thsnl shion choics r th only iniction o who w wr borw bc no on. So r lss obvious thn in: shorts n swtr, skirt n  blous. So w k rno gusss.You wr  witrss. You wr  stunt. Ring ny blls?It nvr os.No on I know hs ny spcic oris. Just  vgu, vs-tigil knowlg o  worl long gon. Fint iprssions o pstlivs tht lingr lik phnto libs. W rcogniz civiliztion—  builings, crs,  gnrl ovrviw—but w hv no prsonl rolin it. No history. W r just
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W o wht w o, ti psss,n no on sks qustions. But lik I’v si, it’s not so b. Wy ppr inlss, but w rn’t. Th rusty cogs o cogncy stillspin, just gr own n own till th outr otion is brly vis-ibl. W grunt n gron, w shrug n no, n sotis  wwors slip out. It’s not tht irnt ro bor.But it os k  s tht w’v orgottn our ns. Out o vrything, this ss to  th ost trgic. I iss y own n Iourn or vryon ls’s, bcus I’ lik to lov th, but I on’tknow who thy r.
Thr r hunrs o us living in n bnon irport outsiso lrg city. W on’t n shltr or wrth, obviously, but wlik hving th wlls n roos ovr our hs. Othrwis w’ just b wnring in n opn l o ust sowhr, n tht woul b horriying. To hv nothing t ll roun us, nothing to touchor look t, no hr lins whtsovr, just us n th gping w o 
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