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When the pain wasn't harrying him through the deep stone grayness of his cloud, he was dumbly grateful, but he was no longer fooled it was still there, waiting to return. His right hand was pressed between his left arm and left side. His parents had last heard from him on October 15th. Go on and break. Was it in the same place it had been? His legs, now unsplinted but as crooked and ugly as something glimpsed through a rip in the canvas of a freak-show tent, hung down. He held onto one thought she was going to lift him into bed, and when she did that she would have to be blind as well as numb not to notice that the back of his underwear happened to be stuffed with little boxes. Virus