"What is it?" "The night," she answered. It was long and narrow, a well-lit, wellventilated, quiet gallery of small tables and sinks, pervaded by a thin smell of methylated spirit and of a mitigated and sterilized organic decay. It was necessary to think, and think quickly. I never had even a real doll," she added, as she snuggled the flea-bitten head to her heart. She would then partially recall the items that she had heard about him, presenting each at the angle that was the most likely to inflict pain.
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