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It was unavoidable, I suppose, like a telegram on its way. I knew it was coming. But it was unthinkable, you know? I could never handle thinking of it happening, there was always a sort of lack of firmness in my foresight. And in that moment it happens there's just nothing to do. It already happened, as though I was impatiently waiting for it to insipidly transpire. At this point everything is too easily inducted into my repertoire of scars
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