"No," Marla says. No, she wants it all. The cancers, the parasites. Marla's eyes narrow. She never dreamed that she could feel so 'smarvelous. She actually felt alive. There was no real sense of life because she had nothing to contrast it with. Oh, but now there was dying and death and loss and grief. Weeping and shuddering, terror and remorse. Now
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