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My fears seem to have been justified. Look at this tangle of thorns. I wash my hand of you, Overly. With antibacterial Zest. And a pouf. And then I exfoliate.

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How delightfully metrosexual of you! Someday I shall put you into a novel, and the circle will be unbroken, by and by, Lord, buy and bye.