Ninety-five days, and
then I'll be safe. I wonder whether the procedure will hurt. I want to
get it over with. It's hard to be patient. It's hard not to be afraid
while I'm still uncured, though so far the deliria hasn't touched me
yet. Still, I worry. They say that in the old days, love drove people to
madness. The deadliest of all deadly things: It kills you both when you
have it and when you don't.

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