User: clubm8

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• Her face was like a snow-covered island upon which rain might fall; but it felt no rain; over which clouds might pass their moving shadows, but she felt no shadow. There was only the singing of the thimble-wasps in her tamped-shut ears, and her eyes all glass, and breath going in and out, softly, faintly, in and out of her nostrils, and her not caring whether it came or went, went or came. The object he had sent tumbling with his foot now glinted under the edge of his own bed. The small crystal bottle of sleeping-tablets which earlier today had been filled with thirty capsules and which now lay uncapped and empty in the light of the tiny flare...

  "I wanted to talk to you." He paused. "You took all the pills in your bottle last night."

  "Oh, I wouldn't do that," she said, surprised.

  "The bottle was empty."

  "I wouldn't do a thing like that. Why would I do a thing like that?" she asked.

  "Maybe you took two pills and forgot and took two more, and forgot again and took two more, and were so dopey you kept right on until you had thirty or forty of them in you."

  "Heck," she said, "what would I want to go and do a silly thing like that for?"

  "I don't know," he said.

  She was quite obviously waiting for him to go. "I didn't do that," she said. "Never in a billion years."

  "All right if you say so," he said.

  - Fahrenheit 451

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