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You are a mummy, boy, because that was how they dressed for Eternity. Spun up in a cocoon of threads, they hoped to come forth like lovely butterflies in some far dear loving world.
“Halloween, indeed! A million years ago, in a cave in autumn, with ghosts inside heads, and the sun lost.”
“Dry-clean my soul and hang it out to dry if you’re not right, boy,”

