Chapter Two

Skates of Matter

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Were blueblack glyphs gradually emerging from skin there? Neither her live dud of a dad nor her dead mudd of a mom had them yet either. Maybe you had to grow streamly old first?

Her grandfathers were sweet, sad Obbie and bad old Zeyde Zee. Both had them: numbers, dashes, and letters, smudged over by so many long dry years. Glowing through her olive blonde skin were only veins, pale blue for lack of oxygen. Reassured, she readdressed her attention to the adult company.





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Were blueblack glyphs gradually emerging from skin there? Neither her live dud of a dad nor her dead mudd of a mom had them yet either. Maybe you had to grow streamy old first?

Her grandfathers were sweet, sad Obbie and bad old Zeyde Zee. Both had them: numbers, dashes, and letters, smudged over by so many long dry years. Glowing through her olive blonde skin were only veins, pale blue for lack of oxygen. Reassured, she readdressed her attention to the adult company.