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Nozzle, nodule, eraser, chip: a few thoughtson the subject by a little nothing. What was so obviously strange, yet mystifying trueabout the whole situation, was Miss Connie Pallups failure to grasp that the time wasindeed now if she was to ever recover vitality to her immortal envelope. Oh sure, she likedperfume, and she had a lot of it, too. But pampered wisps do not a clothdoll make. Andthere we have a lesson that is easier to speak of, than it is to -how you say- liveby?
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