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A hole in the ozone? Blue gray smoke twists and turns doing acrobatic lazy eights, then falling again, vanishing like a magicians trick into the clean new pink lungs whose fleshy sacs absorb the noxious material The baby cries as the mother, the mother is oblivious to it all, takes another suck of her poison and again emits it into the restaurant air Her baby, cradled to her bosom, sucking and unknowing that this might be the start of something unstoppable which will eat away at her inards until she is dead I leave the restaurant in disgust looking for a better palace elsewhere while the mother shoulders no blame... |
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