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How did it die?” he asked.”Short circuit,” I said. “Old and frayed wires.”He looked at me like I was senile.”Could have been disease. Violence. Or, sometimes, things die because we don’t love them enough.
How did it die?” he asked.”Short circuit,” I said. “Old and frayed wires.”He looked at me like I was senile.”Could have been disease. Violence. Or, sometimes, things die because we don’t love them enough.
