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nexpected revelation for Jeffty and me that it dimmed our disappointment at the lessened quality of thecurrent story. Train windows fogged with dirt. ” They shook hands, Billy shrugged into his still-wet trenchcoat, and he went to the door. He remembered the rain, and the sleep, and the feel of beach sand beneath his feet, and oceanrolling in to whisper its eternal song; and on

Thecategories are, of course, a convenience—a way of focusing attention on themes and directions and intent,not of pinning those pieces down. I’m a sickie because it’s a buck. I know we ain’t been together but a while, but Igot this bad need. ) I’ d thought I had it all contained, and today Judy’ s letter came and she said, “ Jim loved you.