With that thought in mind he found the pulse in
his left thigh, and though he had never injected himself in his life, he did it
efficiently now, even eagerly. Then Annie was swerving up the side lawn,
using it to turn, and her gaze fell on Paul for one second and Paul felt sure
he knew what that momentary gaze meant. Old enough and bright enough, maybe,
to spill some kerosene around a cheap liquor bottle, then light a candle, and
put the candle in the middle of the kerosene. It didnt jibe with his
self-image as a Serious Writer who was only churning out these shitty romances
in order to subsidize his (flourish of trumpets,
please!
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