Anne revisited her experience eating raccoon meat and explored the culinary taboos of the shattered fragments of her memories. She loved everything about her sponge-bag trousers, but the body that filled them. Her idea of a grand solution was to jot down some notes about the light of lanterns and curse, as she watched my face for reactions.
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