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Feeling a bit uncertain beneath the leaded curtain. The ceiling, congealing. Walk down the crooked hallway. So brave, is what they all say. Pretending it's ending, when nothing ends quickly enough. I'll be there, but I won't be there. Nothing is enough. You see me, but I won't see you. Nothing is enough. I wouldn't know, if you hadn't told me. And I wouldn't go the way that you showed me. Here is the table, the surgeon's array. Here is her belly and here is the blade. Act unafraid. Here is the case file that you hid away. Here is the story you'll tell them someday, once her face fades.