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\u201cWhat\u2019s your name?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cI\u2019m Fran, when all is said&done. Fran Fowler. On the surface anyhow. I\u2019m a Steph too, for today, but she\u2019s kind of asleep fornow. I\u2019ve taken over, she\u2019ll be back when this conversation is done. Can\u2019t stay here long though, it\u2019ll feel like blackout otherwise\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            \u201cThe fuck that means?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            Fran Fowler doesn\u2019t reply. She fixes Sister\u2019s hands instead, intensely, magnetically. Sister grunts: it\u2019s as if she were abruptly being\u2026 split in two, her mind and her hands eachfighting. As if there were a current, a pulling force at the tip of her finger, crossing over to Fran Folwer\u2019s extended palms. Some sort of unseen, inevitable elastic bonding magic. Her breath catches somewhere around her throat and she watches herself meeting these hands with hers, moth to bulb, snake to charmer. Mouth to apple. And something happens. Something urgent, molecular. Automatic. Atomatic. Something huge, unconstrained, weightless but dense, meaningful though opaque.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

            Uncomprehendingly, her elbows spasm as her hands are released. Knuckles hit the counter. Her vision tear-kaleidoscopic. It lasted a mo, max.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou can mix him fu\u2019real now\u201d. The voice is tender, the inflexions soft. Maybe wisdom, or even fucking love<\/em>, Sister feels. \u201cYou wanted this\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the voice is right. She wanted that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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