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They took the mirrors out again, I know because the ceiling won’t stop whispering numbers that smell like copper, and if the birds keep watching me through the outlets I’ll have to switch timelines, because Greg—no, the real Greg—said the pills are just tiny cameras for the ants in my blood.

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