by Will Stanton » Fri Jul 29, 2011 12:23 am
"This," she said, reaching to her side under her skirt, and withdrawing a handful of clay.
"Y'...y'see, we, y'know, we THINK that, um, if I am all reconstijoined with the stuff after a few days, I might even, y'know, keep it alive and mebbe remember what happened to it and things. SO! So so so. So. So! So. So I need you to take care of it for a few days, and mebbe do some stuff but don't tell me! That's the important thing, 'cause if you tell me, then I'll know, right? And we don't want me to know. Well, we do want me to know, but not to know, you know?"
PLASTICINE