Then Annie collapsed on top of him, a mountain of slack flesh, and he couldnt breathe at all. But soon - tomorrow, perhaps even this afternoon she would be in to vacuum, and then she would. He looked up at the ceiling and saw the intertinked Ws waltzing drunkenly across the plaster. He looked up at the ceiling and saw the intertinked Ws waltzing drunkenly across the plaster.
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