”NINE“Jingle Bells,” the voice said. “Hey, dolphins. Maybe a drink was all he needed. His voice drifted out of the storeroom—one side of the conversation exchanging pleasantries before asking the real question.
“That’s yours, baby. Too big now. The fog in my head, thicker than Titan’s tholin haze, was lifting slowly, and I became aware of my body, aching in unfamiliar ways, stretched out on some kind of couch. “Cripple, remember?”Samsa ignored him.
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