And he still thinks, in the little bit of his head that's still him, that he's not a zombie. That he's not… — Neil Gaiman
And he still thinks, in the little bit of his head that's still him, that he's not a zombie. That he's not dead, that there's a threshold he hasn't stepped over. But he crossed it long time ago.
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