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Andrew Lindemann Malone's Internet Playpen |
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Bubbles:Your fingers are wrapped around a cold glass. Bubbles cascade up its sides, inside. Through clear liquid, you see your fingers and feel them grip the sides, tightly enough to pick up the glass. Suspend it. The muscles of your arm
contract and tendons tense and sinews strain, slightly, just enough to raise the glass. Nothing else moves. Light is coming from a bulb in a lamp on the table where your glass rested. You look away to see if the glass
will stay in your hand if you dont watch. Success. Only your arm and your eyes are moving. People sit and look at each other, glance at you. The glass is moving up to your mouth. You part your lips
and let the liquid fall, just a little. The bubbles pop, cool on your tongue. You look around the room. The glass moves back to the coasterthats the word. Your feel your tongue rise. Can you now talk?
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