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“You’re going to have to do things like pay the gas bill now,” says Inca.

“I know that,” says Marshall, and goes angrily to bed, alone.

“And the cable,” says Inca, riding a baseball avalanche.

“Too many baseballs!” gasps Marshall, and wakes up to his phone rattling. Gas bill on desk, says Inca’s text.

Marshall gets up and works and comes home and sleeps. Dreaming, he gets into a fight with his otter about who’s wasting all the hand soap.

“Did you remember the gas bill?” asks Inca.

The otter stares at him and gives the soap one long, deliberate pump.