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"God damn you! demerit dissonant "I don't give a fuck,»he said, and this was almost the truth.

That was the thread that ran through everything, but, true thread or false, it was so goddam silly. He examined it and was not much surprised to find it was envy. Paul willed himself to relax. Written on the label was the word Betadine. Much worse. He was so preoccupied with not screaming that for a moment he didn't even see what was coming into the driveway, and when he did see it, he believed at first that it must be a mirage. One could usually handle such moments ? no matter how much one might feel one was entering one's dotage while trying to maintain an ordinary conversation with a person whose name one should be able to recall but could not; things only reached the more cosmic realms of embarrassment when two such familiar faces arrived at the same time, and one felt called upon to make introductions. content