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...her eyes opened to a blurry landscape...like recently smeared sidewalk chalk. Dark, indistinct forms danced in front of her, backlit,...

...and, for a time, all that was left were the spasms of bitter jealousy on his furrowed brow...on his dry and tasteless tongue...in his...

I could scarcely look at her....when she was in my sight, the world assumed a surreal quality as if in a dream, a sensation of walking...