If I had just let him go without a word, or kissed him and wished him luck perhaps I could have lessened the pain. Instead I said, 'Why?'
And so the knife twisted.
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There is a fly buzzing around my window. If I had any strength left in my arms I would pick up a newspaper and swat it. Or maybe not. There is already enough death in this place. It only wants the same thing I want, after all: to get beyond this grimy fourth floor window and out into the natural light and fresh air.
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The song pulled him in, until he was standing on one side of the river, peering over at the opposite shore. Across the drowning waters lay a world where everyone else was right and he was wrong, where there was no Jewish conspiracy running the world, where he didn't have to be a warrior against the mud people, where this strange lady stroking his hair and humming really was his mother.
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