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On to the next project. No middling dipshit this time. Maybe a diddling midshipman. But she needed more paint. Another small toe. And a different color or two. She got Snoddy good and drunk and drilled a small hole in his abdomen with a large manual egg-beater type hand drill. With a vacuum cleaner's crevice cleaning hose she managed to get his liver to the surface, snip a bit off, sew it back up and slapped a bandaid on the wound. Mortar and pestle produced the rich reddish brown she needed...
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