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How many voices live in your head?
Variable answer.
How many speak through your mouth?
One, you'd say.
He'd say: as many as have ever spoken.
Meet Wilhelm James Pfeiffer.
He has no destination, no thoughts of his own, and everything left to lose.
And he's running. From a man, a memory, and possibly himself.
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