Instead of going into the house when I got back, I made my way along thepath to Jo's studio, where I hadn't been since the night I had taken myIBM back in a dream. Everything down there is death, she said,and pressed her cold palms and white, pruney fingers to my cheeks. The tape Durgin had isn't the onlytape. Then she heard Joe's voice again: Must have been some defect in structure.
I got out of my car, went to the sign, and studied it. Not exactly, she said. I took it. Mike, you might feel a need to drop by the local library and check out a book.
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