Just numbers?

Read the emails. All the emails. The ones explaining in clear terms what had been calculated. The kind ones warning us of what we'd read tomorrow morning. They helped. I read them. I couldn't comprehend.

I talked to my other half. He didn't understand, but in the process of talking, I slowly did.

Then I read The Guardian and I wished to go back to this mornings oblivion.

There is nothing I can write here. Nothing I can say. Not because I'm self censoring because I think everyone knows whose side I am on and whose I am not, but simply that there are no words to describe the sheer enormity of those numbers and statistics.

I don't think it's an exaggeration to say that I believe they do all the talking for me.

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