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(Yes!) Auntie? (Yes!) Remco's mother? (Yes!) The mother of Theo Edward put downs Stephen put downs Fred? (Yes, darling, yes they do.) My--teacher? (Yes, also.) And animals, do animals have that too?--I want different wallpaper. My God, I wouldn't know offhand, no, no, I don't think so. Or would they? At school nobody believes me. Blood is sex, they say. Blood is fucking fucking yuck yuck. When I asked the teacher if animals have it too (the grade again cried fucking fucking yuck yuck!), she asked me where I got all these tales from; said that I was not to say idiotic things. That evening Mammarosa's face was very close, like always when she whispers. She whispered things in my ear which I did not catch but it concerned going to sleep and stupid people and--again-- sleep tight. Sleepsleep. Frog wallpaper. I like her face best when it is close to mine--so big, so broad: as if I see her in a carnival mirror, one which doesn't disfigure, one that makes me laugh due to her...
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