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On Mars there is not much gravity. So you have to pull the feet to break the neck. They let the loved ones do it.
My existence is vibration, the echo of my own breath, and heat so thick and noxious it feels like I’m swaddled in a heavy quilt of hot piss.
Without me, she would not eat. Without her, I would not live.
Man cannot be freed by the same injustice that enslaved it.
