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Lines that are dead. Racing to meet them. Crystal glasses shatter against the walls of my mind. Voices from the grave. Illusion. Fantasy. Run faster. A dozen of Roy Rogers’ mounts thunder past. But I’m oblivious. Explosions. Or are they fireworks. I don’t know any more.

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