I can't speak with these big, clumsy molars in my mouth.
I sit up quickly. These aren't my teeth. This isn't my mouth.
This isn't my body.I'm looking out through mottled eyes into a hazy room. I feel... what's the word, injected. I've been injected into another's physical self. I can't move. Can I? Attempts to move my right arm respond weakly. It
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