Sunday, April 08, 2012
Thousand: Seven Hundred Twelve
into a nap, the girl clears her throat. When the throat clearing goes to dry coughing and the girl realizes she’s going to have to move on to gagging or speaking, she says, “Are we supposed to go through this gate?” The woman yawns and shrugs. Yawns and shrugs? The girl did not come all this way for yawns and shrugs. What she did come all this way for is still a mystery, of course. She could go back out to the tent and get her clothes. Not that they are her clothes. The keykeeper uniform. If she could get
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