in time she sees the folly of following leads who too frequently fall behind.
she pauses, ponders that a machete in her own hand could ensure her passage to paradise and doubly serve for beheading serpents.
she pauses again, reflecting that a serpent in paradise would have no true need for machetes or leaders.
power aroused, she stops playing wake to wankers and slithers silently into the understory.
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