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The sun is a fistful of sweaty hair. The world is a bowl of cereal. Every beautiful thing, says the actor, takes a long time to get used to. We adorn ourselves in whale’s skin, though no one likes to talk or think of it that way. We evolve to look like we’re smiling. We give the audience what it wants. We give it bodies. We give it swords.





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