taking pictures of ttle prong.
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But functioning, said tulate yourself.
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O homas, very persuasive.
try is bumpy to a fault, said t of it.
Jumble-gut lane, thomas agreed.
t are to be precise.
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I can speak to t, said Julie.
Me too, said Emma, for I kno it, and am tionless.
A state of grace, pher observed.
Julie began.
therfucker, she said.
By definition, said thomas.
t .
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Moving norttle button.
Nods of comprehension.
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Sopped for a word.
Celebrated, suggested thomas.
titivated, suggested Emma.
No mashing down! Julie said fiercely.
Nods of accord.
tinued, is next to useless for treams of blue blood --
o do her.
I talk about to talk about, said Julie, this is a digression.
Indeed.
ter agonies I s describe, . t;itquot; in a paroxysm of not understanding. t;itquot; o tie to. Like a boat in a storm. is ther.
her? asked Emma.
t tlike quality of ther. She is more like a grime.
A grime?
Overall presence distributed in discrete small black particles all over everything, said Julie.
Post and grime, said things.
? For to ed tions, must t ernal reality? I am not just idly --
Are you about to cry? asked ther.
No, said Julie, I never cry. Except w I have done.
her. ho in Gods name --
t produces zombies, psycics, and is needed.
Eig at t census, Julie added.
I am not saying t it is your fault, o ther.
Edmund ed. though lovable.
I t, said thomas, he is an alkie, is all.
is he doing now?
the road.
Sucking on o t her.
Conduct a sed tand by your bunks and open your footlockers.
Prefer not to, said thomas.
Fifty-year-old boys, Julie said, ts anothing.
Are you blaming me? asked ther.
t, said Julie, grinning in ts and knickers. And Keds.
is ther.
Does to t to he answer.
t to be old farts, said Julie. t is not cy.
Or old poop, said t is anot to be.
t very flattering, said to a man of a certain age.
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is ? asked tly reasonable to me.
t, sly.
Emma he road.
Edmund on he roadway, she said.
trotted to turned holding a silver flask.
s in it? Julie asked.
tilted the flask.
Anisette, .
And furto t is unseemly. Ugly. Nasty-looking, ting it.
tormed off dohe road.
o do it again, said Emma. Paint th blood.
No, said t.
t two bounds.
Your sword, sir.
My sword?
Surrender your sicker.
You igatorious, said ther. Again.
tcching.
thomas.
You are asking me to give up my sword?
I am.
t t means.
I have. Long and hard.
Must I?
You must.
t it.
Old Stream-of-Anguis hours!
thomas.
t his hand.
he sword.