[He sags into the mattress, breathing and breathing through parted lips. His face softens, relaxes.]
No more teeth... [He says to the ceiling, able to gather his thoughts after far too much effort.] And none of that... thing you were doing with your thumb.
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No more teeth... [He says to the ceiling, able to gather his thoughts after far too much effort.] And none of that... thing you were doing with your thumb.