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| Liberty She turned every tap in the house: fire. Fire in the shower. Fire in the sink. He parked at the trailhead and could not walk. Thou shalt not thou shalt not slit the throat of the radio. A dream. She wakes and washes and is not burned. He drives and the news makes the road he drives on, where else could he go? |
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