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It was then that
Delirium noticed that she had absentmindedly transformed
herself into a hundred and eleven perfect, tiny,
multicolored fish. Each fish sang a different song. And
as she put herself back together again, unable for the
moment to remember whether the silver flecks went in the
blue eye or the green one, she decided that a dog would
be a nice thing to have. And then it occurred to her that
there had been a dog around at some point, hadn't there?
A nice doggie. And she went off to look for it, trailing
occasional fish...
- Neil
Gaiman, Sandman: The Kindly Ones
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