We were outside of a large stadium, that the entire world was pushed into. A car was burning between Rachael (a good friend of mine) and a couple beneath a light blue blanket, and I was countering all three of them on a third side; the front of the wreckage. The woman of the couple beneath the blanket stood up and walked towards me. her face was dazedly pacific, and she had both sex organs, clearly visible, but fit more for male and female toddlers. Her skin hung off of her like silt running off a hill: like wet cloth sewn onto charred meat. She asked me something, and I replied with a gagging repulsion and honesty only in reference to the question, not the greater context. I thought "I can't let Rachael see this, I can't!" and as the woman began to turn to face Rachael, her lover stood, and covered her with the blanket, and I saw then that he was of a more perfect gender, more immaculate, with nothing to mark or scar his groin. I thanked him, and they sat down again, where we all watched the metal burn, until the contents of the stadium rushed out past us.

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