LXXIX

        "I'm sure you're sucking the nectar of the gods from these?"

      The Cod tried as much as possible not to think of what he thinking. He knew that twasnt the best thing to think about. He didn't want to nurse the thought. He didn't want to put up with it. He didn't want to identify with the odds. He knew what he was putting up with. He couldn't be sure. He did wish that he would be and would be able to figure out what he was supposed to do. He didn't even know. He was becoming clueless and nothing else did get on and crush his nerve than that. He would take everything but that. He would put up with everything but that. He wouldn't take the chance. He knew what he would meet up with. He knew what he would try to understand. He didn't even know how to make meaning of it. He would only keep reeling from the thoughts. He would keep running the course over and over again. He couldn't put up with the right thought. He did want t

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