I held one ofthem poised over a blank sheet of paper for a moment or two, but nothinghappened. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself back to reality, and sawJohn doing the same thing. None worth as much as Max Devore, but beingrich is only a matter of degree. You know that, don't you? A refill on my sinus medicine and a piece of fish, she'd said.
I sat on the bed,thought about dictating what I'd just experienced into the Memo-Scriber,then flopped back on the pillows instead. In the afternoon she'd ride downtown in a taxi and look up at the Metropolitan Life tower and the Flatiron Building and the lights a The second lap wasbetter, and by the third I was relishing the increased kick of my heartand the silky coolness of the water rushing past me. What we wanta do 's sit back and sel 'em munitions and let 'em blow 'emselves to hel .
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