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"We didn't have a telephone and our family until I was about 15, in high school."
- Ray Bradbury
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| Spray-On Gloves | ||
| Fashionable evening gloves that are sprayed onto the hand and arm. |
| "Now - gauntlets." He covered her arms and hands with warm black-green pulp which set into spangled velvet, adroitly cut with scissors to bare the back of her hand. |
| From Abercrombie Station,
by Jack Vance. Published by Thrilling Wonder Stories in 1952 Additional resources -
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An earlier passage makes it clear that the pulp is sprayed on. See also the spray-on surgical gloves from Altered Carbon (2003) by Richard Morgan.
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