(...) his eyes extruded in surprise, I don’t have the mouth shape to make that noise, a large, inner ear shaped pebble, thrown so it skims on the surface of a mirrored lake, the sound of typing or scrolling on a first generation iPod, metallic taste, turns to gamey taste, punctuation marks, comma...
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