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"Oh my God. Oh my God."

Raina heard Penelope but didn't really process her words. What did it matter? Penelope couldn't hear her anyway. Who the hell cared if she cried? She had been crying since she woke up in this godforsaken place, and now her best friend was dying.

"You're not going to die." Raina sobbed, knowing that Penelope couldn't hear her. She gripped Penelope's hand with both of hers. She wasn't sure if the bleeding had stopped completely. It didn't matter. Penelope was dying.

"J-just stop... stop, okay!? Stop it!"

Penelope didn't stop talking, and her voice was getting fainter and more slurred with each word.

"Stop it!" Raina shouted over her. She shoot a desperate look over at Johnny. "J-Johnny..."

Penelope's responding squeeze every time Raina squeezed her hand was getting weaker.

"Johnny, do something!"
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."

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