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"Thats all right,he said. Then the awareness that, although the pain was constant, it was sometimes buried by an uneasy compromise which he supposed was relief. 
Let that be the end of her. Eddie Desmond had lived in New York City all his life, but he had been to the Bronx Zoo, and Christ, there were picture-books werent there? That is crazy, he told himself, and then he heard thought he did — a little rustling sound, the sound of a womans starched skirt, perhaps, brushing lightly against the wall. He tried to think of it as recycling and drank what he had managed to hold and then ticked his wet palms. "GET OFF ME YOU COCKADOODIE BR — " He stuffed paper, white bond and black charred onionskin, into that gaping, screaming mouth. "With Misery dead I dont want to live. There were lots of sardines in those flat rectangular cans with the key under the paper. He could see it lying in there like the curved foot of a rocking chair, pressing the tongue of the lock, holding it in place, holding him in place. __._,_.___YAHOO! GROUPS LINKS
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Title: Re: about
