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Outside the box, in an effort to assuage one's own guilt, a treachery of silence, averted eyes, and opposite behaviors. The dead speak to us, and sometimes they don't. They try to protect us, but sometimes they can't or won't. Like hungry dogs, or closet gays, or former teenage ditbags. Outside the box, in an effort to assuage one's own guilt, a treachery of silence, averted eyes, and opposite behaviors. The dead speak to us, and sometimes they don't. They try to protect us, but sometimes they can't or won't. Like hungry dogs, or closet gays, or former teenage ditbags.
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