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ジェイコブ placidly looking up at the 天井 of the 洞くつ. Pasting together the separate angles of his eyes won't equal the total of his blinking stare. An extromissive laser-pair, melting the wax walls of the cave, sculpting images of the future there (or are those twisted eyebeams inwards focused, carving script on his wax cerebellum?). |
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