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“I want you to grab a rag, a sponge, the corner of your shirt― anything you can find—to sop up the liquid—so much of it you can’t tell what’s what—be it mucus or bile or vomit or blood― as if every water has been brought up for this giving-in, as if his body is already a river and rushing away.”

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Book:To Those Who Were Our First Gods

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