#0139. There is always Venom in her hollow fangs. She waits for his letters. She lays down with one eye open. Her own Devils cling to her and rattle her brain in her skull. He couldn't fix anything. His denials were his greatest act of treason. He shattered her and she threw her tiny fists into him. They were never meant to be. Alice whispers that nothing is ever meant to be. This is all just the accident of cosmic dust forming personalities. They won't even remember fax machines in the years to come. Magnetic tape was supposed to last forever.
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