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I never much liked playing tag when I was a kid. I always ended up being "it", but my new friend Marginalia tagged me, so what the heck...pick up the nearest book, turn to page 123, and copy the 5th, 6th and 7th sentences. The result:

I took six or seven pills of various descriptions and they kept me asleep a fair good while. But at last a strange noise awoke me, and there tottering about in my room in her orange pongee wrapper with her hair up in three curlers poking around in MY bureau drawers, was Mother Sweet. Poking in MY bureau drawers and humming a song.

- Prettybelle, A Lively Tale of Rape and Resurrection by Jean Arnold

I tag Kristen, Adelyn and Bob.