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Friday September 14 2001 - 10:15 a.m. There's something comforting about the green light on the smoke dectector above my bed, and it's not that it's supposed to save me should my apartment start to burn. If my apartment were on fire, in the middle of the night or otherwise, I would know before the smoke detector did. I think it's just the green glowing seems so calm. I'm not sure. Telling me not to worry is not so much like telling me not to breathe, as it is like telling me not to perspire; I can hold my breath, I can plug up my nose and seal my mouth shut, but perspiring is something that is completely outside of my control. I'm sorry.
-Mlle R
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