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My breathing begins to slow. The tension in my muscles starts to relax. Then, a click in the headphones. A slow breath of air. I open my eyes to bright moonlight. And Hannah, with warmth. Thank you.

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Jay Asher
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: September 30
Novelist
Writer
Arcadia
California
Air
Bright
Headphones
Open
Starts
Click
Eyes
Breathing
Clicks
Eye
Slow
Moonlight
Breath
Warmth
Breaths
Muscles
Thank
Relax
Begins
Tension
Hannah

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