Joseph N. Welch

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I only sat there. I couldn’t run away from my own body, and trapped in it was a Ghost. “I’m infected,” I said. “And I’m surrounded by infection,” Ijele responded. Ngozi kissed her teeth. “For all your talk about being automation, you both sound like humans to me. Annoying ones.”
Death of the Author
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