The sound of the machine-guns in the west had stopped, but it wasn't over, not by a long shot. No frown now; no tears, either. For Kurtz, the boss, such an accident would solve all sorts of problems. Get on your pony and ride.
'All right, then. The multiple lights gave him half a dozen shadows; they radiated out from his boots like crazy clock-hands. Come, sit down, we’ll discuss it. How did I get into this? he pleaded with himself.
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