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My life, he will think, my life. But he won’t be able to think beyond this,
and he will keep repeating the words to himself—part chant, part curse, part
reassurance—as he slips into that other world that he visits when he is in
such pain, that world he knows is never far from his own but that he can
never remember after: My life.
