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The tines tap. The spread fingers slide over. Shoulder rides beneath. She smiles. Comb catches. Feather dusts. Hand rakes. From the back seat below the line of the mirror he intuits her nose. The car moves. His shifting slides. Post and light pass into substantive and predicate. He still has not sunk back into the seat. She smiled. The tines scoop along the plate. He blinks.. |
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~ twelfth locus of twenty
~ in strand oscil eleventh or thirteenth |