He was followed by a great pile of black organs, hers, her female parts. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. He waved an arm and spoke with a peculiar resonance. You must tell me what it all means. Oh, and weeks and months of thought and feeling there are bottled up too. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled.
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