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May we do it again? She sounds remarkably bright and cheerful. ‘And I didn’t bleed. My mother said I would experience great agony.”Half an hour.”I beg your pardon? Your mumbling.’Eyes closed, I attempt to enunciate a little more clearly. ‘In half an hour or so. Probably. And your mother was misinformed.”What am I suppose to do in the meantime?”Oh. Read a Sermon. Embroider something
