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"The 10,000 pages of Karl Barth's Church Dogmatics have been read by how many people, do you reckon?" said the barkeep, trying to flirt with the short freckly ginger girl who was sitting on the stool farthest from the door in his otherwise empty bar.
"Dunno. Couldn't care less," she said, just when the victim entered the bar.
Or not quite yet the victim, not until the short freckly ginger girl jumped off her stool and shot him those six slow times which annoyed the jury so much.
Now with her own life to kill, she found the prison library for the first time, walked its empty aisles, and..... YEAH! - Church Dogmatics. Karl Barth. Complete set.
The short freckly ginger girl was 9,000 words into Church Dogmatics when they suddenly decided to execute her. The priest who brought her the surprising news saw the volume on her lap which she had just snapped shut.
"Ah, Church Dogmatics," he said, nodding.
"Read it?"
"Ooh, no."
"Me neither."
And she never read another word. But at the end, even when she was twitching all over, she did not think of the bad times, only about the turning of the pages of that old Switzer's book. The turning of the pages. How it felt to turn the pages. To check how many pages to go before the end of a section. All the words on the pages. The pages. Turning. The pages.
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