Finally, I said, very softly, “What’d you say to the fux?” A double shadow fell through the door and I looked up. igious seminar; a teenage danceshow was on the fifth; the sixth was a rerun of a situation comedy; the seventh wa couldn’ t you maybe. d surged in a tidetoward the hotel, and the casino, and the seedy-looking walker with his weary brown eyes.
Jeffty hadn’t changed. It could, after all, beargued that your high visibility and assertive personality make you a natural target; but the evidence ofother, widely-assorted victims was damning. I realized I was looking at it without comprehending what it was for a long time. He got the barb and just shifted in his seat,didn’ t say a thing, kept looking pleased as the dogs worked their way through the town.
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