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Lying to your right, she turned to face you, her right arm under her head, her left folded across her chest. Her hair fell over the sides of her head, lookig faintly almond-like in the scarcely moonlit room. You were half awake, in a daze, your head heavy. Between nearly shut eyes, you could see her lips moving. "Here, little maggot brain".
["here little maggot brain" repeated in several ways, over a rough sketch of a blank face]
It passed through your head. Over and over. "Here, little maggot brain". Was it inviting? Was it mocking? Was it a question, or a statement?
Here, little maggot brain.