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Those remaining looked like stakes in a dilapidated fence. Was he supposed to believe that the man sitting on the couch with just his head sticking out of the down comforter had wandered fifty miles since becoming lost the previous afternoon? It was absurd. The trees blurred past on either side, and it suddenly occurred to him that all his problems might be solved at a stroke. ed of a heart attack, telling Carla she had to do something about the booze and all the prescriptions

ast her rocker — running, when these days just walking wore him out, and his eyes were full of their old blazing b Nasty little fellows they were. And once you realized that, you were in trouble. He pulls free to wipe at his mouth, and when the contact among them breaks, reality comes all the way back.