In the distance, the warble of an ambulance siren rising likeshaky air over an incinerator. If I'd wanted to be rude, Iwould have treated him to a faceful of roach-repellent. he time he was sick because he wasn't an old employee and hadn't gotten a certificate from the company doctor. Then I keyboarded theline I'd been holding in my head ever since I got up to get thechampagne.
Edwin showed her some in Russian and Yid-dish, one in Armenian and two in Arabic. If I got any of the wrongideas, I'd do well to remember that. One day he saw a pocket compass in a jewel er's win--210-dow on the Rue de Rivoli. I was afraid to changerooms, let alone pack up the typewriter and my slim just-begun manuscript and take it back to Derry.
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