Your pain doesn’t even register inside the collective’s today, or inside the feels like my whole body is on fire pain of the star-orbiter we’re on. But go on. Everyone’s personal pain is the greatest there ever was. Someone said this. But I can’t peg yours. Is it like childbirth?
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