My head hurts.
Hmmmn, says George.
Yes.
George shrugs. Sorry, but I can’t help you
there.
Have you seen the statue?
What statue?
The statue, he says. In the
middle of the courtyard.
I don’t go in the courtyard.
I suppose not, George replies. You don’t
really go anywhere.
No. Neither do you.
I’ve got the dolls with knives to
worry about, he reminds me. What’s
your excuse?
It’s not just the dolls, I
answer.
Everything has knives.
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