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Foxy Lady He finds the fox-fur while rummaging through some boxes. Its nose is pointed, eyes a frozen amber, its tail long, fluffy, surprisingly untouched by moths. It reminds him of a time when women could be fashionable but cruel, when a date could have you staring in two faces, one sure of itself and willing, the other, sorrowful and dead.
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