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"A wavelet flopped into her mouth. The taste was undeniable. It was decay, it was void matter, it was hate, it was everything, it was evil, and it was hopeless, so, so hopeless. Zombie flatulence, botulism meringue, liver spot gelato. The flavor of body swamp, diaper dingle, amputee stub, and victimless crime. Of toilet tang, typhus, gangrene, spudge, and of prayers very much denied, of prayers sent back to sender with “Fuck you!,” scrawled on the label. The taste clung hard. Her eyes stung with