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Joan told me it was hung somewhere in the house, only I couldn’t remember where after all this time. “Hello? She’s like, your girlfriend, not mine. Melusine ripped strips off her under-petticoats and fashioned a pad, which she bandaged as tightly as she could over the wound, working swiftly, unperturbed by the gore. The address was of course her destination, thousands of miles away, an infinitesimal spot in a terrifying space.

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