In every way that counted, I was dead. Inside somewhere maybe I was screaming and weeping and howling like an… — Neil Gaiman
In every way that counted, I was dead. Inside somewhere maybe I was screaming and weeping and howling like an animal, but that was another person deep inside, another person who had no access to the face and lips and mouth and head, so on the surface I just shrugged and smiled and kept moving.
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