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paced life you led in new york. you are back in toronto. you point to mr. wild, casually ask his age. i see your inner calculator come to life, subtracting, adding, subtracting again, check, revise, check. i begin to back away, mr. wild in hand. stubbornly mr. wild kicks you. i almost laugh; i have spent
the unaware, lacking the comforting foresight of the divine. the hollowness of the words 'everything will be okay,' rings in his ears, a promethic lie. i want to reach out and comfort him. assure him i am stronger than the rest, able to share and bear his burden. my body is engulfed by rebellious cells...
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