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    “Yes. I knohan you can possibly imagine.”

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    going to let t. o play it cool.

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    looked like a red Cer on it. It meant noto Cald Fouler kno  read C happened.

    ***

    An accelerated slides flaso one tigrobed t cinema projector complete cerspersed s of conversations, discordant voices and music racing through Caldwell’s mind.

    A roasted suckling pig on a banquet table festooned iles and tal eboarding doeep road into some of tallest skyscrapers  touc. Gleaming corporate buildings t c as tceel from a different angle. A te logos lig sky turning it into an artificial day.

    A side a Cemple. Kung fu movies, sped up and blurred, rus terns bob in a polluted Styrofoam-infested , ing  trees. A brunette o a smile. A girl in a library ranslucent it s to look at c of a blood-red sunset. Pink dolphins jump and squeak in a dank black sea.

    Old men mo