{ ... }

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  Kaiaphas walkèd along the Mediterranean shores of Haifa.  He had been to pray at his father's and his father's father's grave.  He was at peace.  He still carried his Magnum 45 revolver handgun, strappèd around his shoulder and hanging next to his rib cage.  The metal was hot inside the hot leather holster from the blistering afternoon sun.  His Magnum chocolate ice cream was cold.  His stone-wash denim shirt was unbuttonèd, to reveal his white cotton vest underneath, and it billowèd around his torso in the coastal draft.  

  Kaiaphas took another slurp on the Magnum ice cream … ° « j'adore chocolât… » ° he thought.  

  Kaiaphas was crunching through the chocolate casing, cold and melting.  

{penetrating vanilla}

  Not an ounce of ravdak davar botherèd him.  

  ° … °

  {an Ishmaelite approaches him}  

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