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  • i don't like choice. but here i was. stuck in a matrix moment. "you," he said, "may turn the handle on the left and you will be allowed to go on living the life you've been living up until now." ... "or" ... "you," he, softly, with more gravelly inflection, said "you may twist the handle on the right and new life will flow into you." i sit staring at the blood red handles against the green, faded metal behind them. the train begins to move. "quickly!" he shouts. i begin to twist at the handle ... on ... the ...
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