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The woman's reverie was broken by a baby's cry.
She thought of her fucked up life and how it was like an esoteric poem; full of resonance and passion for her, but unappreciated and incomprehensible to everyone else. She then thought of Snoddy and was struck by the similarities between her life and his. Both of them were unappreciated artists, struggling to find audiences for their art, and both of them had noses. It was right there in front of her face. How she had missed it, she wasn't sure, but she knew now that she and Snoddy were meant for each other and that she was in love with him. She decided to run to him and tell him everything - the near murder plot, plotting to steal his muse, posing to be his girlfriend - and she just hoped that he would understand and forgive her.
From somewhere, there was another baby's cry.
Irritated, the woman yelled out, "Hey, shut that baby up!"
A fat man with beard stubble and a tank top t-shirt shouted back from a nearby open window, "I don't have a baby!"
The woman snapped back, "Well, when you get one, shut it up!"
Then the woman ran wildly down the street to find Snoddy and throw herself into his arms.
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