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Smile. Sometimes, when I close my eyes at night, I can hear a fiddler’s tune. Back and forth it plays, over and over it plays, faster and faster it plays. And in the distance people dance. Crickety-crack, they sing. Crickety-crack, down and down, hippity-hop. Pop. Pop goes one’s arm. Rip goes the flesh, and knick-knock from the knee bones as they fall to the floor. The little girls twirl as their flesh falls off, and a man whose bones are coming apart yells to all his friends. “I will not die until I feel dead!” And then I open my eyesSmile.
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