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Lot doesn’t want to hurt tonight, so when bat with the nail in it makes contact he refers the pain to his crabby old aunt Renny in Fort Lauderdale. She’s dead, but she left a forwarding address, so her neighbor (and sometime lover) Horton gets the pain instead. Horton refers it to his lawyer. The lawyer refers it to his go-to pain expert. The expert sends it to Guam.

Jumps and skips, fast as electrons down a nerve fiber, the pain skitters between continents and family trees. Until finally it ends up with Miranda.

It always ends up with Miranda.