There are lot of bumps on her body, and her feet are sticking out of a paper bag, bent back. A large rectangle can have its own ideas about what looks best. As I open the buttons of her coat and pull her ears with my hands, I detect a shadow on the wall of huge wolf-like teeth and think back to the memories of our explosion. They will pass.
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