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“I felt like a mouse running through one of those cardboard mazes. I didn't have to think about anything I did. My body just...went. The difference was that, unlike the mouse, there was no hunk of cheese waiting for me at the end. No reward of any kind for making it through. In fact, there was no end at all.”
“They should make earplugs for people who are grieving, so we don't have to hear the stupid things people say, but I'd look like a dork in them."
“I knew what it was like to lose someone you loved. You didn't get past something like that, you got through it.”