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“Just the thought of it,” the Fabulist said, “is enough to turn my stomach.” The Realist cast her line once more from the end of the pier. She sat on a canvas camp seat among a litter of white Styrofoam coolers. Gasping fish and agitated crabs hauled up in cages, splashing and slapping against cooler walls. Wet sounds and dry, seawater and Styrofoam squeak. She remained silent aside from occasional light harrumphs. The Realist's ears shaded from waxy burnt umber to an oily metallic semitranslucent aqua blue popular in paranoid-style '70s air brush chrome butterfly-effect plots prog rock & glam, the terminal phases of which began with George W. Bush’s decision, taken in 1973, to give the crank in his pocket to flight mechanic Jesus Ramon Gutierrez, aka "Ray."