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The Cleverest Trick Of The Devil Is That Nobody Believes In Him. It. Her. Well, We Have Been Very Stupid.

Sleep Is Harder To Reach And Thinner, And Sleeping Is No Longer The Drop Into The Black Pit All Oblivion Until The Alarm Clock, No, Sleep Is Thin And Fitful And Full Of Memories And Reminders And The Dark Is Never Dark Enough.

We Use Our Parents Like Recurring Dreams, To Be Entered Into When Needed.

Bad Luck For Both Of Us, We Are Both Boulder-pushers.

Loneliness, She Thought, Was Craving For Other People's Company. But She Did Not Know That Loneliness Can Be An Unnoticed Cramping Of The Spirit For Lack Of Companionship.