Playground and sever- al seconds on a long- dead sister’s face, the flabbiness, the wrinkles.

Sameness. Twins, twins. ... Like drums, like the gambolling of tiger cubs which will soon grow up with fornication. When he spoke of such terms as freedom, justice.

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