THE old woman is dying.
As far as human activities went, death was overrated, boring and distasteful, and she could not recommend it at all. Lying on her back, staring at the ceiling all day, she feels heavy on her chest the weight of years, driving the breath from her lungs and forcing her to chase air with shallow, stabbing puffs.
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