It wasas follows, and I quote directly from the scrawled note before me: ——Dear Mr. She was standing under a streetlight where she had said she’d be, and I bundled her into the car,where she immediately broke down. Said he wanted me to see amonograph he’ d translated into English on some quisquous aspect of Swedish mythology. He had suffered the screams of the battlefield, but the reverberations of the train, thundering backand forth in that enclosed space, were a nightmare of indescribable horror.
They kept her on the IV and the monitoring for a month anda half. “Order?” He had to say it just right. A flocked velvet witch perched on a bar stool across from him turned, exposed thigh and smiled. It mortars up the gaps in boring conversation.
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