Don't look so grim; I did her no lasting harm. The fever extended its web of tendrils into her dreams, distorting every anxiety into a palpable enemy. The more bizarre a problem is, the more it engages my imagination. Tell me it's not true.
There was nothing to say. The more bizarre a problem is, the more it engages my imagination. Dear God, he said. But I could not.
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