I remember her folding her words carefully, threefold, but I was not allowed to count, because she said it was not real. The skin was fake, she said, and she said that everyone knew the script already and that they laughed. If keys open doors, fake laughter closes it again. She couldn’t get out of the book, she said. Again there was laughter. Why? I heard it too.

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