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reached under the table naughtily touching his
tongue to his nose and gesturing luridly with his
fully erect
pencil eraser. It was also pinkish and smelled like
squid, or callamari left too long in the
sun, looking like leather that had seen too much rain and had not been properly laid out to dry. Rather like a sun-dried prune.
