So what if I'm ninety-three? So what if I'm ancient and cranky and my body's a wreck? If they're willing to accept me and my guilty conscience, why the hell shouldn't I run away with the circus?
Even when I look straight into the milky blue eyes I can't find myself any more. When did I stop being me?
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