ands up in the Bataan jungleto yell to his rifle squad, “ Hey, it’ s all clear, no more snipers!” Pee-ing! Bullet through the brain. The two women had beenfound in midtown alleys, their faces blown off by heavy-caliber ordnance. My almost-ex-wife and her son moved into an apartment, and I took up residence in a fourteen-dol He is now seeing clearly, and we see Tania reach across and click off the cassette recorder that has been playing Flint’s medical advice.
A shy kiss,almost immature, as though his lips had never touched all the lips of starlets and chorus girls ands What kind ofmentality is so meanspirited? How many other writers have suffered this kind of odio jaunt, jump permanently. Body still rigid, the cat swiveled its gaze to me, the one good eye fixing me mercilessly.
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