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The light inside of her

dark skin is dwindling and

she asks him what is happening.  He

doesn’t know the answer, but he tries to

make up something about a soul

and that it fades as one gets older.

She puts her hands over her face and

asks if this is what it feels to

be like all of the normal people.

He knows that in her eyes he

is normal, but he still answers

yes because she won’t be

coherent for long.