Man," he said, "I'm not afraid of graveyards. The dead are just, you know, people who wanted the same things you and I want."" What do we want?" I asked blurring." Aw, man, you know," he said. "We just want, well, the same things these people wanted."" What was that?" He shrugged. "To live, I guess," he said.

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