Are―you dying?" she asked."Just can't breathe. This air.""Poor, poor―good lord. I've forgotten your name.""Hell of a thing.""Barney!"He clutched her."No! Don't stop!" She arched her back. Her teeth chattered."I wasn't going to," he said. "Oooaugh!"He laughed."Don't please laugh at me.""Not meant unkindly."A long silence, then. Then, "Oof.
Philip K. Dick, The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch
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