In Going From Room To Room In The Dark, I Reached Out Blindly To Save My Face, But Neglected, However Lightly, To Lace My Fingers And Close My Arms In An Arc. A Slim Door Got In Past My Guard, And Hit Me A Blow In The Head So Hard I Had My Native Simile Jarred. So People And Things Don't Pair Any More With What They Used To Pair With Before.
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