I'm floundering in words -- words like systemic material risk nondepository institution subsidiary. I'm walking the plank and the sea is full of them, snapping at me. But I keep walking, do not jump, as I tame them, I must, one by one, into pods, comprehending. A few will leak on my page, leaving stains to remove. Okay, for if perfection were possible or desirable, the plank would be empty.
"Right?" says Virginia. "Wrong. Jump. You and I are getting nowhere."
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