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Chapter 2: Coming to grips
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... d I can barely form the thoughts I tell him to defend the entrance until I wake up and retreat further into the tunnel where I collapse flat on my face.
Torpor comes over me like a warm embrace. Like a thick blanket.
Without closing my eyes, my thoughts grow slower until they shift and sink like molasses until they barely move at all. This is the rest of ant-kind!
When I awake several hours later I feel much refreshed. The heavy exhaustion that had smothered me before has ...
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