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young still - he thinks about that a lot, wonders how his face will look when he is older, whether he would recognize himself - wonders now if he'll get that far, even, every time he wakens to the watch tick at midnight he feels it, toeing the sudden edge the everything falling the warm redness sliding out regretfully, nothing left & so he leans over the steering wheel & prepares himself or closes the watch inside the paperback faulkner by his bedside & can no longer hear the ticking.