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[A skip. And then it's behind him, in a dark corner just underneath a window. The glare of the moonlight obscures his vision. Could he have been walking in the wrong direction?]

I'm not ready. It's cold.

I can't. I just can't.

[A small, wracked sob.]

I don't want to die.

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