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A little voice that's not quite your own. Count backwards from ten. Yellowjelly shot hard in vein. I want to talk to you again. "
This is Jennings, youranesthetist." "
We think we'll go in through the mouth." Watch the lights, gofrom heat to toe. Doped up and coasting down the hall. Now I'm talking throughmy pen. Do you read me? Am I bleeding? Am I blessed again? Suddenly hear soclearly again. Wake up screaming so far from home. Incontinent off continent.
The tears are warm. The body's numb. Get your coat, your ride is here.
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