Three times he uttered a phrase: "A djinn in a blue-serge coat!" And each time he would follow it with a chuckle—the chuckle of a soul in damnation. " So saying, he closed the door. It is nothing at all for you to worry about. She was lovely, painted like the porcelain doll he had always wanted her to be. Dizziness overcame him like anesthetic and he slept. At second hand it would be unendurable. Poor little one.
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