Mindy

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For a screaming instant of absolute terror he lay there flat on his back, the other side of the bed creased only by a small furrow made by his spastic arm as it had flung itself away from him; the other side of the bed that she had inhabited, now untenanted, save for the wispy end-tips of the dream, streaking away as his arm had done.
I Have No Mouth & I Must Scream
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