Fragonard Young Woman Playing with a Dog

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they changed color, they tumbled upon one another and fused together. As they fused together, they acquired greater dimension and a form.The gathered shards became Mysterious Caller, whom Fric had most recently seen pictured in the Los Angeles Times in the rose room this afternoon, whom he had in the memorabilia maze the previous night. As the dome, Fric said, “Why don’t you just take me up there, out of here, where you came from, where I’ll be safe?”“I told you, boy, you must make your own choices, exercise your free will, and save yourself.”“But I—”“Besides, you can’t go to the places I go or travel by the means I do, not until you’re dead.” The guardian stepped closer, leaned forward, thrusting his pallid face within an inch of Fric’s. “Do you want to die horribly just to be able to travel more conveniently?”guardian angel had on that occasion glided without benefit of wings from rafters to attic floor, so now he descended with soundless grace to the carpet only a few feet from Fric.“You have this knack for entrances,” Fric said, but his shaky voice belied his cocky Hollywood-kid attitude.“Moloch is here,” the guardian declared in a tone of voice so dire that it would have made Fric’s heart clench and then punch his ribs even if the message had been a fraction as terrifying as this. “Run to your deep and special place, Fric. Run now.”Pointing to the stained-glass