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the brain was Elena's capital. She spent her cells like money, searching for her own heights; trying, in the idiom of the day, to fly. Death, came to her coated in sugar.
She had tried to "improve" the younger Alleluia. "Hey, you're a great looking kid, why hide it in those intimacy, she sat on a beanbag at World's End and confessed to Elena that she was no longer a virgin. Whereupon her elder sister slapped her in the mouth and called her ancient names: tramp, slut, tart. "Elena Cone never allows a man to lay a _fingerdungarees? I mean, God, darling, you've got all the equipment in there." One night she dressed Allie up, in an olive-green item composed of frills and absences that barely covered her body-stockinged groin: _sugaring me like candy_, was Allie's puritanical thought, _my own sister putting me on display in the shop-window, thanks a lot_. They went to a gaming club full of ecstatic lordlings, and Allie had left fast when Elena's attention was elsewhere. A week later, ashamed of herself for being such a coward, for rejecting her sister's attempt at
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