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The words came straight from his stomach without the intervention of his brain.
...by the time it got to The Shades even an agnostic could have walked across it.
Logic would have said all that, if only Logic hadn't taken the night off too.
He didn't quite know what had come over him, but he was enjoying it.
Mort felt that they slept like cats, with one eye open.
He tried to shut his eyes but the pictures in the darkness behind his eyelids were so vivid that he opened them again.
The trumpets of command had become the piccolos of supplication.
There was no opening, and the motor of his anger wouldn't last.
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- 15 May, 2022: Reviewed