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The stairs creaked as Mark rushed down them. She spoke with fluent enthusiasm. She was vehemently impatient—she did not clearly know for what—to do, to be, to experience. And in its way it was very well. It feels like I’ve got a snake of mucus stuffing my entire throat, just one big solid rope.
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