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@,@,@,@@,@ #==#================================#==# @,@@,@,@,@
@,@,@,,@,, * she was leaking. there was a  wound  * @,,@,@,@,,
@,@,@,@@,@ *  and  she was  pouring  out  of  it, * @,@@,@,@,@
@,@,@,,@,, #  pluming into  the  coiled  scarves  # @,,@,@,@,,
@,@,@,@@,@ *  tight around  her,  a beige cocoon  * @,@@,@,@,@
@,@,@,,@,, * spun  from  all those  garments, now * @,,@,@,@,,
@,@,@,@@,@ #    unrecognizeable,    traceless.    # @,@@,@,@,@
@,@,@,,@,, *  slowly   drawing  out  the  liquid  * @,,@,@,@,,
@,@,@,@@,@ *      parts       of       her.       * @,@@,@,@,@
@,@,@,,@,, #==#================================#==# @,,@,@,@,,
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