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I really felt I could help the fella that saw me last Friday. But the one that called me today I know I cannot help. They occupy the same body, these two. And in my office, beneath my hands, one understands and senses the change he needs. The one on the phone wants a report to the authorities detailing how much worse he is since I touched him. That's what I'll write. But it will be a half-truth. And the man I felt I could help will remain undescribed, quiet, and trapped inside the other. |