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It wasn't the drugs, it wasn't the fuck-up that was killing us. It was the love. It split myself open from the neck to the waist, pried my ribs apart, and he crawled in. I did the same with him. One inside the other inside the other. We we this one person's new organism. It was like we were the mirror -- and then we scraped off the back, the stuff that holds the reflection, and crushed it up and cooked it and shot it. Everything was dead, but the love. And the love was death. And it never made a sound, but it was the loudest thing you ever heard.
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