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I drove a truckload of teeth through the cave. Every filing cabinet burst open. So many blank sheets of paper. No chance of getting them back in order, even if I could remember why I had been keeping them. The sprinkler system kicked in unexpectedly. Salt sweet with a hint of iron, diluting emptiness, forming clods of pain and hope which dammed up the entry wound. The barrier unbreakable as it was haphazard. "You can't beat it," the lady at the next table said, "in the end it's your own cells that are attacking you."
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