...bright like a fantastically annoying firefly. Was it a firefly? I couldn't see any wings. I took a step… — Nick Sagan
...bright like a fantastically annoying firefly. Was it a firefly? I couldn't see any wings. I took a step back. It floated forward.
I thought: I am on some terrible drug.
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...and he died for what?--what thrill?--what cause?--tell me what treasure is worth the oxygen in a good man's brain?
'Tell me who I am.'
'Halloween,' she said.
I'd been rooting against it, but when the word came, it was almost a relief...Hell, I thought. A rose by any other name.
'And who is that?'
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Why did it have to be ? Why couldn't it have been hypermnesia? Or ? Or hypochondria?
