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Debarking from the Train Platform,
Biotech Almonzo immediately makes a comment regarding
the hat from Zaire, but really
has no deep financial or psychological problem with it. Her bulby
breasts are copious, even more so than the Queens,
and the mustache she sports is angry. Almonzos furious
eyebrows knit owls beneath her thick contamination goggles.
Her airplane pilo, ulltra- -Astronaut protection radiation goggles too big for her face.
The whites of her eyes bulge into the plastic lenses, with
teeny spot irises dialating in plastic pace.
Blinking Bubble eyes. Biotech Almanzos teeny mouth invites gum and smacking.
Her decontamination suit has a massive backpack attached to her neck
which swings wildly as she gesticulates, rattling as she walks.
And her wheezing whistle voice whines when she talks.

She too, kisses me on the cheek, but this time, there is a tremor of trepidation,
a chilling of the blood cells, a pair of lips distant yet nearly toasted.