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Kissy spat out Victor’s head and watched it roll along the edge of the lake. When it came to a halt the head looked like a full stop marking the end to a chapter. The wide open short-sighted eyes stared into the distance where they could, for the first time, see and decode what living people of normal vision couldn’t: a little song on the music stave of a world where suffering was unknown and there was no name for it. The little song went:

...between Dracula and Chernobyl

we were happy kids…

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