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around and around it goes around.
copello held what was now helin, a tightly encased cocoon of cotton, wool, and silk, fragranced with vanilla, that made one think of saturday mornings and endless redemption, utter possibility,
hope. yes, there is always hope.
he stood looking at the old man in the weezer t-shirt going around and around in the minature train. faster and faster. the old woman came out of the gingerbread house screaming. she blew it. she had copello around her finger, but she let him go. nylem would slice her throat. she was still dressed like dorothy, but spaghetti sauce stained the gingham like blood, her hair was a mess, flying like a flag announcing her failure. she wanted on, she wanted to leave the world, escape the condemnation and he wouldn't stop. so she simply stood on the track and he ran her over as if she was a garbage can that the wind had haphazardly blown into his path.
"fuck!" copello mutterd to himself. he shifted helin's weight in his arms. the french stork flew over to him. he had the spider and praying mantis as secure travelers inside the saddle on his back. copello was now wearing the pork pie hat and the spider's raybans. when copello walked up to them, the praying mantis leaned over and with her delicate hands placed the rosary beads around his neck.
"God be with you," she said in spanish and she kissed him on the cheek.
"thank you for all you did," copello said, gently setting helin's body on the grass. he affectionately rubbed the stork's white feathered neck. he shook the spiders eight hands and cradled the praying mantis' triangle face "i am in youd debt."
"if you want to repay us, then retrieve the marox pass," the stork said. "all kemulya groans until it is back in your possession."
"i know." copello said. "i have followed the footsteps of fools and the fabric of my folly has come apart at the seams."
"you are awake and that is what matters," the spider said. "it is helin who now sleeps. she is transforming as we speak, changing into what she is becoming and it is your responsibility to take her where she needs to be."
"but i thought i was to find the marox pass," copello said, and he looked at the stork.
"they are one and the same thing." the stork said.
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