One evening, while we're dining together.
Gwen: What do you think will happen if I take my glass, and your cup, and that mug, and another glass, and another cup, and wrap them all around my fingers?
George: I think they'll all fall to the floor, and you'll have a lot of sharp broken fragments.
Gwen: Oh no. The God of Fragments won't let that happen.
George: Who is that?
Gwen: I have this book, this very old book, all falling apart. This book tells about the God of Fragments. Only this book tells about him. And if the God of Fragments wants, he can put all the sharp fragments together again.
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