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ehcie0utada

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    "It wasn't the loving each other or the knowing they could never be together. It wasn't the wind in the eaves of the empty house, or the bone-dry rattle of the pills in the brown-glass bottle. It wasn't the bitter taste, with only a stale box of red wine to wash it away. It wasn't waking, with her dead and you all too alive. It was the way your fingers shook. It was a stammer, and the thickness of your tongue as you tried to speak. It was the sound of sirens, coming closer. It was knowing that you would never get another chance." -- Neil Gaiman, The Sandman: Endless Nights

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