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48 Sirens Almost nothing can be destroyed by a voice. No matter how beautiful, it’s no weapon. Don’t believe me? Watch my mouth form the words knife-hand or hammer-fist. Still standing? Now come here. I want to teach you this trick my father picked up a blow to the back of the ear—hit and stick. The sirens scatter. One of us is too wrecked to rush. ...

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