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Nobody Has Ever Died of a Panic Attack
she says as she strips herself, sits naked on the edge of tub and trembles. It is soothing-cool and solid against her thighs, but she knows it is just atoms jostling together, and that there is no real reason (indefinable facts of quantum physics aside) that they should not simply choose to slide apart. Her nails slip across slick porcelain as she grips tighter.
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