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I wish something could get me another job, I think. I don’t want to deal with crazy men who think like me.
Then the guard throws me in the cold room and the metallic sound of the closing door echoes in the darkness. My foot gets stuck to an object and I fall on something warm. It feels like a leg. It’s a room full of black shadows. I can’t see anything. “Hi,” somebody whispers. “Where are you?” I reply. “Who are you? I don’t see you.” Someone moans. Someone else laughs. “He’s crazy,” a voice says. “He isn’t one of us.” I touch the ground. I feel toes, I feel hands, I feel warm skin, and bones. “Someone died last month,” the voice says. Still, I feel like a blind. I don’t see the dead or the living.
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