You may be mentally exhausted, convinced that your nonexistent problems—problems you know are nonexistent—are draining you of all your energy.

Y ella se despidió de todos metida en su cama eterna-cama mundo, en su velero del dolor, con la sonrisa desencajada y las manos resplandecientes de sortijas.

It was a belt canteen of flexible synthetic divided into half-litre pockets. The weight was taken by shoulder straps and a tube ran up the left suspender, ending in a nipple near his mouth, so that he might drink without taking it off.

Written By Robert A. Heinlein

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