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she puts the tea close to her lips

and scratches the side of her cheek.  A

matron of the seventh order asks

her if there would be a good time for

them to have a chat.  The bartender

watching falls over

from dehydration.  The matron looks

out of the flap in the tent and

yells across the bar that the sultan is

coming.  When she looks back at her cup,

the tea has evaporated and the

bartender is standing watching everyone.  The sultan

has become a child and he is looking into

her face like her face is a national geographic

camera and he is a meerkat.

 

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