So are you, we say, and we push the tape into place over his mouth and go back to work, winding into well-earned bliss as the climax of our sharp symphony blares up out of the cheerful growing moonlight, and the music takes us higher and higher, until finally, slowly, carefully, joyfully, it comes to its triumphant chord and releases everything into the warm, wet night: everything.
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