She stood in Yop's doorway with her arms crossed, leaning against the doorjamb and peering in at Yop's bookshelves.

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Sledge, having scooped up the dead bees from the doorjamb in the Nursery, embedded these in the gunk to form a ring of bee emissaries, the better to passport the foot into whatever afterlife it deserves.

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