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What in the three worlds are you doing?” I took stock of the mess of torn pages scattered around me like the fanned-out train of a dress.
“Making paper animals. I’m taking requests for the next ten minutes only.”
“A spider.”
“How about a horse?”
“A caterpillar.”
“Can I tempt you with a horse?”
He stared at me, unimpressed. “A stag.”
“I’m sorry, did you say horse?” He pressed a finger between his brows, pushing upward as he sighed. “A fucking horse, then.”
I flung the mangled paper I had been holding at him. “Enjoy
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