The driveralmost brought it back, then lost it completely. What's written on those papers? Ki asked. Two of themen he had been smoking with went with him. It was the last third of September, and stillhot--the hottest late summer I can remember.
Christ, I never had anything hurt like this in mylife. I vomiteduntil I thought it was going to kill me. A haiku by the Greek poet GeorgeSeferis suddenly occurred to me: Are these the voices of our deadfriends / or just the gramophone? What happened to Mr. Buddy and his friends were in a pickup truck headed this way.
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