Everything came in segments, weird wieners on a poison string. Instead I tore it off its chain and threw it down the hall. Another silence followed. Toward the birch, the rock, the bag of bones.
Help me, I said, looking atthe star. Here's to you, babe, I said. Do you hear a lot, old-timer? I asked. Ki watched me do it and offered no objection.
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