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everybody's floating: “There comes a time when all your outlets are blocked, as with wax....
“There comes a time when all your outlets are blocked, as with wax. You sit in your room, feeling the prickling ache in your body which constricts your throat, tightens dangerously in little tear pockets behind your eyes. One word, one gesture and all that is pent up in you- festered resentments,…