THREE {giggles}: ... wrong drawer ... oh, but the bloody skin suits me ... i wear it for a party dress ... fits me like a rind ... on fat mother it is tight to splitting … saggy and baggy on skinny grandmother …

Clever (gags, spits): Raw, rancid, flayed skin! Mother why do you keep such a thing!

TWO... the cabinet keeps whatever the wheel turns out …  

ONE... that pretty-boy, the musician ... he won a contest ... game was fixed ... rigged ... pretty-boy peeled the loser like a fruit … 

Apollo flays  Marsyas

Apollo flays Marsyas

TWO... he registered the skin in our compendium …

ONE... pah ... more like our hoard …

TWO... cutaneous nature, child …

THREE... courage, little sister ... don't be put off ... matter, grossness is a tough thing to stomach

 

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