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He sat down gracefully at the front of the room, and Poco perched on top of his head, draped over his spiky crown, like an obese hat.
During the day, the feminine urge to lead a fictional revolt plagued me.
I tried to give him a thumbs-up, but I couldn’t get my hands to cooperate, so I held up three bent, trembling fingers.

