Michelle pulled a Kleenex out of a Pocket Pack and blew her nose. He had grabbed a tiny remote control and flew the thing around the table, landing it there and turning it off. The raising of twenty-five pounds was a task altogether beyond her powers. For some time he could not stir, but felt sick and exhausted. "Who isn't it like?" he asked, endeavouring to gain possession of the drawing, which, af the sound of his footstep, she crushed between her fingers.
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