taking pictures of ttle prong.

    My leg is black, said ther.

    But functioning, said tulate yourself.

    You carved me very neatly, said t it.

    O homas, very persuasive.

    try is bumpy to a fault, said t of it.

    Jumble-gut lane, thomas agreed.

    t are to be precise.

    Fatructure of t all, said t.

    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.

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    Moving norttle button.

    Nods of comprehension.

    No does no good to maston. Its not an elevator button, its not a doorbell. tton s be mas should be --

    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 e