"He gasps, standing upright. Then bending to one side he presses a parcel against his ribs and groans.)
BLOOM
Stitch in my side. Why did I run?
(He takes breath with care and goes forward slowly towards the lampset siding. The glow leaps again.)"
(U15.159)
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