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The social workers make a brief opening in the sack. They listen to Jane’s strangled yells. They adjust the sack so it is not strangling her. A female social worker explains, with gentleness and compassion, “He wasn’t providing a good home situation for you.”

Jane tries to bite her.

“You were living with a giant sun-eating wolf,” the social worker says, holding Jane’s shoulders to keep clear of her gnashing teeth. “You were going to destroy the world!”

Jane’s face sags with reasonableness.

“That was actually my potato pancake,” she explains.

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