CAMERA MOVES IN SLIGHTLY on Flint, who stands, shaken, at having killed his “boss. “ Mez, leave him alone. Where do you get your ideas? First, the stories. Calista undoes the hood, and Flint gasps for breath, drawing in huge lungfuls.
(The color of the paint was the color of a stray dog I had run downin Nevada one time. Memories rushed through his headof other lives, many other lives, as many other men; then the memories slowed and melted into abackground tone that could be ignored. “ Hey, that’ s terrific,” I said. The bell rang.
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