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Death
commences
.
Now
.
Oh
,
this
should
be
so
sweet
,
the
remembered
warm
jumble
of
Chloe
still
in
my
arms
and
Chloe
dead
somewhere
.
But
no
,
I
'm
watched
by
Marla
.
In
guided
meditation
,
I
open
my
arms
to
receive
my
inner
child
,
and
the
child
is
Marla
smoking
her
cigarette
.
No
white
healing
ball
of
light
.
Liar
.
No
chakras
.
Picture
your
chakras
opening
as
flowers
and
at
the
center
of
each
is
a
slow
motion
explosion
of
sweet
light
.
Liar
.
My
chakras
stay
closed
.
When
meditation
ends
,
everyone
is
stretching
and
twisting
their
heads
and
pulling
each
other
to
their
feet
in
preparation
.
Therapeutic
physical
contact
.
For
the
hug
,
I
cross
in
three
steps
to
stand
against
Marla
who
looks
up
into
my
face
as
I
watch
everyone
else
for
the
cue
.
Let
's
all
,
the
cue
comes
,
embrace
someone
near
us
.
My
arms
clamp
around
Marla
.
