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Your big eyes drifted in and out of consciousness, fluctuating between warm breaths and the furnace heat of re-entry moments, calculations, optic calibrations write speed tests and focus alignments were dusted with extra sensory perceptions, the right side of my neck incandescently burns like a flickering flame which sheds only light to be seen by me.

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