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I bet if I were pharaoh, I’d have had my tomb planned and designed by the time I was ten. I’ve always wanted to be five steps ahead of where I am. And my mind does it right now: I picture the king on his deathbed, and Ay delivers the awful news to me, but I’m the best embalmer in Thebes thanks to Anubis, so I’m alone in a dark room, and I cut open his soft chest, and take out a heart filled with dreams and love and sadness.
