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daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Jerold Fowler)
Thu Aug 10 04:43:18 2006
From: "Jerold Fowler" <johnettepavla@smapxsmap.net>
To: "Crypto.discuss" <crypto.discuss@bloom-picayune.mit.edu>
Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2006 07:34:08 -0200
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<p><font =20color=3D"#FFFFF2">Misery wore not a stitch of clothing, =
but she was far from naked. =20It doesn't have to exactly be the who=
le story, I guess, but. =20That there was no sense at all i=
n what he was thinking made not a whit of difference in the dark. =
=20and if there is even one chance that My Lady =97=
Ah, but no =97 it was madness to even think of such a thing. =
=20I also knew that there is rarely such a thing as a "=
minor accident=BBon those twisty upcountry roads. =
=20"I don't know came to Geoffrey's lips, and in his own state of terribl=
e distress, he was barely able to bite them back. =20"She was badly fright=
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<p><font =20color=3D"#FFFFF5">They didn't have t=
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keys. =20He had been hearing the same nothing ever since the squeak =
of the bedsprings announced her lying down at four o'clock in the afternoo=
n. =20When she came out again she closed the doors a=
lmost completely, leaving a gap just wide enough for her to slip in and ou=
t. =20I bitched about the typewriter, he thought, looking =
at it now and listening to the drone of the mower. =20If he h=
ad spoken of a village census in Little Dunthorpe, she might have shown so=
me interest. =20He worked on the lock with one of the bobby-pins, hold=
ing two spares in his mouth like a seamstress hemming a dress. =
=20Minor matters such as what the fucking book wa=
s supposed to be about would have to wait. =20There are lots of guy=
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understanding of what people are really like and what humanity is supposed=
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ou're feeling depressed are never a very good idea, Annie=A0=97 but I supp=
ose you know that by this point in your life. =
=20The tongue of the lock, still stuck out like a stiff steel finger, b=
umped the jamb. =20"And suddenly she knew the reason for that terrible=
thundery feeling that had been inside her ever since Saturday Night. =20T=
here was a feeling about her of clots and roadblocks rather than welcoming=
orifices or even open spaces, areas of hiatus. =
=20Why couldn't that have happened to him Because writers remembe=
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ong time. =20Maybe she thought the kerosene w=
ould evaporate before the candle burned all the way down. =
=20He must have been the one with whom she had gone to the movies and see=
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