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Days are short. Nights are short. I saw a frog today. It was dead. Road kill. When I picked it up I couldn't feel it. The slime didn't feel slimy. The skin didn't feel smooth. I heard that after a while you can regain touch. I don't know if I want to though. I don't want to feel death on my finger tips. It's the lack of breath on my palm.
I'm scared that if I do it'll all become more real.