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He barely shook the rose petals from her hair. She heard the television blaring away. Into this hole in the wall and out of it the native stream flowed from sunrise to sunset, when the stream mysteriously ceased. He understood. Melusine soon found herself seated at a table, with a dirty piece of paper in front of her, and a badly mended pen between her fingers. “Do you understand what I am talking about? It’s no good if you don’t. What was his problem, she thought to herself. I cannot turn into a bat.
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