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Malus held a dog who tongued her hand as Caladium told her what she should not do. If she did that, Caladium said, he would not think
she was a special person anymore.
 The dog wore a condom.
"That is not to say," Caladium had said, "that every time you give a tour it's a poor idea, or that your tours are harmful. I am
saying that when you think, Let me give a tour, let me introduce myself so I can talk to you--don't do that. Don't. It would be better
for you if someone came up from behind you and pushed you into an automobile or truth."
They didn't like me listening--so I walked along the sweep and I heard a boom crane.
The sweep seemed to sit in the sun beside me. In the sweep, another dog grew bold. This dog played beautifully with a boy.
The dog dragged its haunches down deep and produced an object about the same size and shape as the boy's phallus.
Now I can understand the difference between "systems." I can understand the normal sequence of events--even simplified information I
can understand, and which hairstyle I get. The question always becomes for me--who becomes my friend?
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