Shark to Rhoda: And then something goes off in my brain, and sends an impulse to my jaw, and BAM, a thousand pounds of pressure locked in like a press. I mean, a head your size would burst like an infected kidney, and all Id remember was how warm the juices were that lapped the back of my uvula on their trip down to stomach-land. But were friends, right? We know each other. We know what we do, and who we talk to, and what we say to them.

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