taking pictures of ttle prong.

        My leg is black, said ther.

        But funing, said tulate yourself.

        You carved me very ly, said t it.

        O homas, very persuasive.

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

        Jumble-gut lahomas agreed.

        t are to be precise.

        Fatructure of t all, said t.

        I    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 .

        e agree, said t.

        Moving norttle button.

        Nods of prehension.

        No does no good to maston. Its not aor 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 o 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;it" in a paroxysm of not uanding. t;it" 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 sus, Julie added.

        I am not saying t it is your fault, o ther.

        Edmuhough lovable.

        I t, said thomas, he is an alkie, is all.

        is he doing now?

        the road.

        Sug on o t her.

        duct 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.

        Stumbling from tage is anato t to be nuzzling new women wy.

        is ? asked tly reasoo 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.

        Ae, .

        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.

        tg.

        thomas.

        You are askio 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.
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