It drives one mad at times. \" She said, feeling the salmon sitting idly in her belly. The same teardrop bust, the same long waist, the same thick legs. She wanted to cry out upon herself for the uttermost fool in existence. That terrible laughter, just before his senses had left him! Why? Here was a word that volleyed at her from all directions, numbed and bewildered her: the multiple echoes of her own first utterance of the word.
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