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Soak Run the building out of hot. Rob the neighbors of their tap water and dish rinse. Sink in and slide down until your eyes are bathed too and you can see toe tips and the mercury sheet over the rest of you. Let him leach out and become the oily film. You can wage currents by waving silent fingers but don’t break the surface, the tainted swells will only rake up against the rim of you and settle on the parts you’ve left out to chill. Make it clear you want nothing of him left there. Soak clean until the mean things quit their grip. Then, drain. |
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