Bob, the Internet guy at Delphi, tells me I'm not ignorant.
Chris Abraham has slid up to Nov 7 already and he's in a bar listening
about the weather.

I'm not failing.
Only once have I dreamed about murder. I dreamed that one of my students,
a white-haired retired man, shot me point-blank in the chest. There was a tremendous amount of blood pooling at my feet.
But I didn't feel pain and I didn't fall down.
I am afraid of that man now.
I can see edges of Judy next to her text. The yellow eggs and the helping
hands.
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