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Jonas had neglected to close it up again after taking Alain’s and Cuthbert’s guns. There were folks in town who had begun calling the Affiliation brats Little Coffin Hunters. She opened her own mouth; from between her wrinkled gray lips she poked the yellowish, bad-smelling mat of her tongue. Inside, outside, rightside up and upside down.
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