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When the world begins to close in, its what begins playing in my headthis idea that , somewhere along the line, without my noticing, Ive ceased to exist. I remember, when I was living with Liz, I called to her in the next room, and got no answer. But instead of realizing she just hadn't heard, I thought, completely calm, that I'd finally proved it: Well, there it is. I dont exist. |
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