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Time enough at last to eat a sandwich.
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Though even he knew that this sandwich
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was nearer his last sandwich than his first.
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Abed, I'm trying to eat.
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He said, oldly,
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his brittle bones straining to support the weight of his wrinkly skin.
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Stop narrating me.
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He shouted to no one,
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just a man alone in time with nothing
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but the cold squishiness of tuna salad to comfort him.
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I take it back.
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I don't want to be in your novel.