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“I wrote it for you. ‘Can you not open it?’ she cried. She held it down with the poker, looking nervously over her shoulder. And all the old—the old trick of shrinking up like a snail at a touch. Vorsack sat alone at his computer in his pajamas. Then, mysteriously, he no longer smelled or tasted it. Impressed with this idea, he paused for a moment to listen.
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