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    occurred to me t I omac as empty t was--

    quot;time of ttack,quot; I heard myself saying.

    quot;ttack?  are you talking about?quot;

    And so it started.

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    quot;If you o attack a bakery, ;

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    quot;e? ;

    quot;My best friend back ten years ago. e  buy toote. Never ty ao get our tack ;

    quot;I dont get it.quot; S me. ar in t; you get a job? You could er sc acking bakeries.quot;

    quot;e didnt  to ely clear on t.quot;

    quot;ell, youre  you?quot;

    I nodded and sucked some more beer. to my brain and ruggling h hunger pangs.

    quot;times c; I said. quot;Lets go back to bed. eve got to get up early.quot;

    quot;Im not sleepy. I  you to tell me about ttack.quot;

    quot;to tell. No action. No excitement.quot;

    quot;as it a success?quot;

    I gave up on sleep and ripped open anots interested in a story, so  all ts just the way she is.

    quot;ell, it . e got ed. But as a  didnt ake it fro