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the room is bone dry. the water starts exactly at the ceiling line and goes up. the ceiling fan is still turning, dry, its blades inches below the surface, and a pair of sunglasses somebody dropped is sinking slowly toward my sofa. the caustics crawling over the cat are the thing that sold it for me.
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