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I don't understand life on Earth. Humans make being human look so easy. Look how they meet and talk to each other. They find each other so agreeable.

Me, I gave up speaking so I could watch the fog more closely. I closed a door and isolated myself in a shadow beneath the mirror. The people I left behind never noted my absence--because I took that with me, too.

There are cold spots in the lobby.

I fail at everything. But I never fail to notice. Awareness is two-thirds of a hell. I stand up tall and pollute the mirror.

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