On CD, from Amazon, just ordered:
Can't wait for the Big Boi. Also, ordered Scout Niblett's 'This Fool Can Die Now' as a birthday present for a friend.
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The toothaches got worse, she dreamed of disembodied voices from whose malignance there was no appeal, the soft dusk of mirrors out of which something was about to walk, and empty rooms that waited for her. Your gynaecologist has no test for what she was pregnant with.
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