II. MAME
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he puts down the handmirror. “Look at” arrangingbefore me a mellifluous idiot grin(with what was nose upwrinkled into nothingearthly, while the slippery eyes drownin surging flesh). A thumblike index down-dragging yanks back skin “see” (i, seeing, ceasedto breathe). The plump left fist opening“wisdom.” Flicker of gold. “Yep. No gas. Flynn” the words drizzle untidily from releasedcheeks “I’ll tell duh woild; some noive all right.Aint much on looks but how dat baby ached.” and when i timidly hinted “novocaine?”the eyes outstart, curl, bloat, are newly baked and swaggering cookies of indignant light
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