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SHE stands in the light, her hair pulled up in a casual sleepover ponytail. She looks into a(n invisible) mirror in front of her. SHE So — um — okay so — I think I’m confused. Lights go up suddenly to...
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when our souls are stolen out from high and our once-flesh memories run dry we shall meet again in the nightmare machine when the primordial ooze of life turns to waste and our callow carbon copies...
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