Monday, August 01, 2005

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Truth is, both girls were also thoroughly changed. Isabel now was going out for dance every night in the streets of Go-land – if anyone asked, she wouldn’t be able to specify where she went. She would stop here and there, demonstrating amazing vigor and virtuosism. What was that? It was ballet, jazz, bellydancing, aikido. So the rumor about the blonde girl who danced like a goddess spread – and the rumor about DJs that, if there at all, got pissed off by the mesmerized circle who formed around her. And about some that went missing after talking to her, or trying to.
At Ina’s room, a queue enlarged. No one knew what was going on inside; but people would leave that room healed. Out of physical, mental and spiritual diseases. They said she could understand and talk to babies. Babies, who cried out loud, at least before they got into that damn room, made Michæl lock himself up in the cargo compartiment to resume his work. Indeed, they were all working like never before, but nothing related to the interests of Sidero VVA nor Torrid Inc.

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