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“My child, I do not wish. She paced restlessly to the door and back again, biting her tongue on the hot words begging to be uttered. For hours he seemed to have pleasant dreams of open skies and airplanes, but then the dreams would disintegrate into fleshy charnel house nightmares where he could hear her calling to him through a fog. I suppose I believe in God. What is done cannot be undone. "There's his knock.
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