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... Elegant. Neat. Like a puff of smoke curling out of a magician’s sleeve or a silk scarf whisked away with a flourish.
People imagine disappearance as something stylish, mysterious, maybe even romantic. They never think about the awkward, messy side of it.
About the way your eyes ache in your skull like you’ve been staring at the sun too long. About the way your body feels like a badly tuned instrument being strummed by a ragged bard with no rhythm.
So, no—I didn’t vanish. ...
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