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by a breath of bad blood breaking in an amniotic alcove, we were trained to trade the taking for the sea[son]’s surface, s[e]ated. we admired mighty mirrors with our held-out hands atrembling, and our questions sounded queerer the more rapidly repeated. i was jarred, and you were joking, all practical and practiced; we were smiling wide as smoking on a doorstep in the day. then, our attitudes attentive to their destitute desires, we involved ourselves inventive—searched for something safe to say. it’s as much the fire all fires as wound around the other way.