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He was trying to lift her off the spike that had punctured her left breast, traveled through her inexplicable heart, seperated two vertebrae without shattering either, and come out her back, ripping the dress and finding the air again. The spike had gone through so fast there was no blood on it. It was perfecly clean and Cecilia merely seemed balanced on the pole like a gymnast. Mr Lisbon kept trying to lift her off, gently, but even in our ignorance we knew it was hopeless and Cecilia had succeeded on the second try, in hurling herself out of the world
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