When morning came she went around to the garage to get her car. The Argyle was steaming under one bel . Now I took it, tore the paperwrapping from the end of the ream of paper, and slid the photo halfwayin, like a bookmark. I sat on oneof those railroad-tie steps and waited for my sis.
Was that a question, Mr. NEWSREEL XXIGoodby BroadwayHello FranceWe're ten million strong8 YEAR OLD BOY SHOT BY LAD WITHRIFLEthe police HORN BROKEN--WATCH FOR FINGER. Oh for Christ's sake.
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