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#lucid
'Mummy, tell me again about the time there were two babies in your tummy.'
Liz lay back on the picnic rug and gazed at the flamingo sunset as she retold the tale.
'And that's where Judy lives now,' said Jemima, pointing to a lucid cloud, brightly lit and edged with gold.
#logic
Logic often bumped into Emotion at parties, all nets and ruffles, hair askew, sobbing in a corner.
She swiped at her runny nose and looked at him, grave in a dark suit.
'He's with Ja-a-ade!'
'He's a waster, she's a slapper, you're drunk. Go home.'
Logic was right again.
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