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Nancy:
It's like walking on fake ground upside down, choking.
Carol:
Oh, is that what you think love feels like?
Nancy:
No. Death is like sucking pure oxygen.
Carol:
And life?
Nancy:
It's like being trapped inside the wrong house looking for a way out.
Carol:
Well, how do you know you'll be able to breathe once you die?
Nancy:
Because I'll be outside my body. I'll be floating and free.
Carol:
How do you know? How do you know it won't be worse?
Nancy:
I know it will be better than this.
Carol:
You don't know that, Nancy. What if death, as you say, *is* leaving your body, but not your mind? What if you're trapped inside your mind? What then?
Nancy:
Then I'll release it and be free.
Carol:
If you can release there, why not release it here?
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