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It was the thud, not the scud of it that bothered her. Left alone to sift through the predawn hours. ‘Casing the joint of my head,’ she thought. It wasn’t a sudden thing. It was more of a, well, timely harnessing of listlessness. Scarred property. Another way to empty out some junk from the boneyard of her skull.