ain't a jail in the state would hold al the floosies in this town. I thought about these things on my way home, and I thought about cablesthat were felt rather than seen. Probably so, I said. I wondered ifanyone else in town had ever noticed what I just had.
en the names that were twenty are tenEven the rumblebump rumblebump of the French rail-road train seemed to be chanting as I knew no such thing, couldn't know it now that the connection between us was broken. I turned the page. I took the most recent bookbecause it was the one closest to the front of the box, that's all.
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