[Henry, for his own part, is perfectly contented to have remained on the floor, watching the ceiling. The door is locked, but his apartment key has always been hidden in the bottom of his mailbox.]
I don't know about that. I meant more that I don't think it'd do me much good to trade lives with someone else on my ship or one of my brothers or something. Don't learn as much until you get further removed, innit.
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