dirty Jewish elephant. There was a clock on the wall in front ofme. Hisdeodorant was wearing off. In Ohio, in winter, nearmidnight--certain I could go back.
Rock music. Everyone rose to leave. This story, for Bob Bloch, because I promised. Qarlo looked at the body disinterestedly for a moment; death.
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