I wasin fact so unfamiliar with the condition that it had pretty well set inbefore I knew anything out of the ordinary was going on. The change in the weather the TV guy had promised had already arrived,clouds and storm-cells driven east by a chilly wind running just undergale force. I stood there in a dusty bar of sunlight, crumbled leaves allover my tee-shirt and jeans, holding my breath, listening. Betterafatpigeon than ap/astic owl, I thought but didn't say.
Some things are justwrong--I guess that's what I'm trying to say. Perhaps she underestimates Jared Devore's own veryconsiderable personal jrce, or perhaps she just cannot help herself--thesound of his britches ripping is like a loud fart. Goo-goo-joob, baby. Want to hear somepossibilities? Sure, I said.
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