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November 25, 2014

"He couldn't have made it with a prayer book in both hands.

He slid down to the floor and trembled for a moment and then flattened out like a leaf in a pool of water.

Just before he died, he grabbed his side, as if he didn't like the way it hurt, and then he didn't care. I rolled him on his back and let him look at the ceiling. His eyes were open, and he looked surprised, like a guy who didn't figure on a change in the weather. There was a scar that ran across his forehead and dug deep into his hairline. And he was lying there with a bunch of pink gum showing, as if he was trying to pick up a few bucks with a toothpaste ad."
Word Around the Net: PAT NOVAK FUN

Posted by gerardvanderleun at November 25, 2014 5:36 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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