and familiar in my grasp. In t panel, I created from memory my moters, and myself, full-body portraits lined up in a straiged in myself. In t panel, I dre ive. Liged by traiging from a circle on tending outo opposite corners of ttened Cmas tree, lavised, a pile of gifts spread out on ture of a boy drowning. Bound in spirals, he wavy line.

    o Smaolacer t afternoon, ook me by to  of ions to make sure o quarters and  back to me.

    quot;You must be more careful  you draures.quot;

    quot;s tter?quot;

    quot;If Igel finds out, ts tter. You o real-ize, Aniday, t  accept any contact  ;

    quot;t?quot;

    quot;.quot; Smaolacucked it into my coat pocket. quot;Some tter kept to yourself,quot;  me and walked away, wling.

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