Kwan sleeps now. The curtains are drawn. Her room is dark. San Jose is dark.
Rise evil spirits
Rise to me
Talk your talkings to old Zu Li
Wait!! I must cough! ....There. That is better. I have Drafty House disease. Kwan calls it emphysema.
Wait! ...There...
Pregnant Girl Potion
she drink last night
Who is father?
I must fight
I write the words as well as sing them, Kwan. I have just done the Dancing of the Uterus. I even used the cymbal and gong. I am wearing four towels. Four sacred bath scarves.
No! Don't wake up! The spell will break! No! NO!
CRAP! Forgive me, spirits. I will go watch Intervention...and be patient...and wait
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