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Perhaps they have sterilized me.

Or worse.

I feel impregnated with enough other bodies as it is. Four by my count. So far. The student, Hunter and Sugar. And the man falling out the window. I don’t know how they all relate to each other. Except Hunter and Sugar.

And Hunter kills Sugar at some point. Are these dreams? Or memories?

And if they are memories, why do I have them?

Why don’t I have my own?

Maybe this is part of the punishment. To be infected with these people. I invade them and they invade me. And I need to be like a blank sheet for them to write their memories on, crisply.

Or perhaps, I’m supposed to carry their sins away. (Marginalia: Azazel)

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