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Enough so he had gone into what she called respiratory depression at least once. He lay in bed looking at the ceiling, his throat dry and his heart beating fast. Enough so he had gone into what she called respiratory depression at least once. Enough so he had gone into what she called respiratory depression at least once. It spilled out of his fingers onto the board and then skittered toward the edge. Because it was that bitter taste which brought the high tide in over the piling. Because it was that bitter taste which brought the high tide in over the piling. He lay in bed looking at the ceiling, his throat dry and his heart beating fast. Because it was that bitter taste which brought the high tide in over the piling. He lay in bed looking at the ceiling, his throat dry and his heart beating fast. He lay in bed looking at the ceiling, his throat dry and his heart beating fast.