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"Foaming and raving, eyes rolling madly, she sympathized with women whose only medicine was an ice pick to the brain. A cleaver would do me, thought Jude, and the idea of cracking open her skull and the vileness within her spilling out, pooling up to her ankles, her thighs, tickled Jude so much that her screams became laughs, became screams and laughter again."

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