“What are you doing?” He cried. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. They confronted each other, barely feet apart, neither apparently any longer aware of anyone else in the room. "Untie his arms, and take off that handkerchief.
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