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“It should be abstract,” he says. “Something to which you cannot put a meaning.”

Inexplicably she fails to take his meaning.

“. . . abstract?” she asks.

He blinks at her. “Like Pepsi-Cola,” he says.

“Is their name abstract?”

Curiosity catches him. “Isn’t it?”

“I’d heard it was from the Pepsi-beast,” she says, “that dwells and roils in its lake below.”

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