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There’s a terÂriÂble dark joy when the onÂly perÂson who knows all your seÂcrets is fiÂnalÂly dead. Your parÂents. Your docÂtor. Your therÂapist. Your caseÂworkÂer. The sun’s outÂside the bathÂroom winÂdow tryÂing to show us we’re all beÂing stupid. All you have to do is look around.
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