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First there were feelings a feeling of existence a sense of still being alive when she should be dead an awareness of pain that made her body its playground. After that there came a thought. It was a simple thought and her mind blurted it out before she could stop it Oh, God now I won't even be plain any more. I'll be ugly. The thought sent a wave of panic coursing through her but she was too tired to experience any emotion for long and she soon drowsed off. Later the second time she awoke she wondered where she was.