VLVL Meanwhile, back at the text

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    Carefully they exchanged updates on their broken collectivity, Krishna
stepping away out of the red-orange light from a disabled VW with its
battery failing into an unreconnoitered darkness, toward a voice she thought
was calling her name . . . Mirage shocked into silence, gone back to Arkansa
after giving away all her ephemerides, reference books, worksheets, even her
black-light zodiac posters . . . Zipi and Ditzah off boisterously to a
bomb-making commune up in central Oregon, calling, "Goodbye to the land of
make-believe," and hollering, "Reality Time!" and "Powder to the People!"
                                                        (258-9)

It certainly seems that they sold poor old Krishna down the river, and which
gives extra meaning to that look which DL and Ditzah exchange (198.25-7).

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