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Johnny Pancake’s eyes are two little circles of onion.

They seem to swell in Jane’s vision. They become two great onion moons. And it is in that moment that she realizes it is all hopeless.

It’s all pointless.

They are the eyes of a potato pancake that has stood at the edge of eternity and realized that it does not want to become a God.

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