It's too late...

It's too late -- they know you've been here.

They know what you've read, and when. It's all stored away securely for when it's needed against you.

Will they come for you, for me, in the middle of the night? In the middle of the day? Or will we walk up the chute on our own, imagining we still have a choice?

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