We're running out of things to call it
"I know," she said.
It hurts.
"I can't hear you."
I feel heavy. Like my blood turned into lead.
"Keep moving."
I'm frozen.
"You'll thaw."
There's only so much I can do. I can't read anymore.
"I had good thoughts today."
We can't always speak of such things.
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