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The word echoes in your mouth like the word "echo" itself. You can't say despair or longing or separation in a way that ever made anyone smile, but as you hang upside down on the couch, puffing out your cheeks like a blowfish and chant “hollow” as your mantra, there is laughter. At least, your own.
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