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I can’t believe I just did that, Amaris thought, while still on hold with the cable company. It had been a reflex, a simple mistake; it could have happened to anyone, or could it?

What if I, deep down, meant to take Medusa’s medication, she thought. No, I couldn’t have. Besides, Medusa only weighed eight lbs; there must be a limit to how many of her muscles the muscle relaxer would relax. Geez, she was babbling.

It was soup to form the glass words in her teacup. Amaris clownshoed to sing away in tulip fromage polka square bento hits Stuttgart.


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