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Who the fuck is the Sandman?” Still ludicrous. A fairy tale.Mirren crossed her legs and shifted in her seat. Elvis winked at him from her breasts. “It’s not like I’ve met Him. My father never invited Him over to dinner. He’s —” she took a deep breath and did a lazy little wave of her hand, as if searching for the right words “– the power that dominates Darkside. Pure creation.
