“Why must we all live this way, confused and tired and grinding to a halt? Our words dig our graves, they bury us. I hope we’re buried as quickly as our graves were dug. What takes a life? ‘Son, you are not quite right, and you must go now.’ But I‘m left wanting a steady hand to help me turn this page, to find out what is next. What happens next?”
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