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Naked, Pamela continued to strut erotically across the stage. She fetched the flashlight in her room before crouching down and looking under her bed. She sold more drinks than she had in weeks. “She scared me, really badly.” ‘Hurt’ would have been the more accurate verb. It was a calming moment for the dreaming mother, a replay of normalcy. One heartbeat later, the worried mother stopped in her tracks. Her abrupt period must have been triggered by their presence, and now nature was ridding her of the horrid, rape pebbles. She began fingering herself, and the audience quieted. “It has lived a good life. “I’m going to go talk with her, right now, unless you need me to stay.”
“I’ll be okay, Momma. For insurance, Pamela taped a maxi-pad to her crotch, lest she bleed too much for the fresh tampon while she slept. When the adult-girl’s attempts to brighten her mother’s spirit, failed, powerful empathy drew upon Pamela’s deep suffering, and the daughter fell into depression. Each was a giant sectoid, but neither barred their passage nor disturbed them. It’s definitely not female.”
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Adeline sensed her mother’s profound sadness but was unable to imagine the
