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green skirt and oversized red shoes. The sweater was filled to a perilous overhang, and every possible point studded with dime-store rhinestones. But, as she felt the adrenalin in their blook-stream rising to explosive proportions, she again soothed him. The clashing colors in the picture faded, most of the junk jewelry disappeared, delicate changes were made in the make-up, and the padding shifted around so that the image became that of a stocky, but definitely attractive woman. No promise was made, but he was left with the impression that, after the mess was straightened out he might find himself with a valuable ally.

Tired from their explorations, both were ready to rest, but Steve suddenly realized that he was still hungry. And that was strange, with a good breakfast less than an hour ago; then he suddenly realized that he had another stomach around, on the other side of the partition, and that it was not receiving the attention to which it was accustomed! How he was getting the message was not clear, but some tie must still exist to the mindless body next door. With a little effort, he found, he could force it to see dimly, and even move it about. By much concentration, and by some dead reckoning navigation, he got it into the bathroom for a drink of water as a stop-gap, and abandoned it there while he entered into negotiations with his in- voluntary partner. She was, as always, cooly practical. While she had definite plans for most of the day, and no intention of letting a little intrusion like him stop them, she did concede the importance of preserving this zombie until she could re-insert Steve into it. This time she did not even glance at the can of pie-filling she had mentioned as his alternate destination, so he felt the climate was improving. She even helped him to maneuver the hulk into a safe position on the toilet.

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