If I'd had any say in the matter, all of my parts would still be floating around inside my parents. They'd spread from their heads to their feet, all these little bits of me, with no worries and no final convergence to make them whole. No survival instinct but no responsibilities, either. They'd be happy in their oblivion, too, all of my little
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