No one would run the story, not even the Star, not even The Enquirer, not even IV Guide. It was one of the most formidable in that neighborhood, and the high fencesurrounding it meant nothing to me. It had dashed out of a gully by the side of the road and I’dgone right over it before I knew what had happened. It was eerie, and tragic.
What could I do, for Christ’s sake? I had done my best. Revised version copyright © 1982 by The KilimanjaroCorporation. A pile of refuse. Handy pulled himself up against the station wagon, and without realizing Barkin wasunconsciou
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