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merciful vapors she who has loved him longest and best arriving home squeezing the gizmo bearing the proud inscription sears but the castle gate ignores it their every towel every tablecloth every sheet pressed into service for purposes neither of dining nor bathing nor slumber instruments of a blight expunged a wrongness not righted perhaps but at least extinguished their every towel every tablecloth every sheet crammed between the garage door’s southernmost edge cape of lost hope and the cold hard ground the better to prevent the escape of the merciful vapors that in ending his life end his pain she howls in horror and rage how could he how could he not loving her as he does wishing the best for wishing far better for her than him