Had I been so far into the zone, sotranced out, that I had put a mini-crossword on the refrigerator withoutremembering it? And if so, what did it mean?Maybe someone else put it up, I thought. Canned organ music in the background. went out a great deal together, to-351-al the French operas and to first nights. Johntossed his briefcase--reassuringly thin and not very ostentatious--intothe back seat.
My thighs are a-tingle. There was a strew of folded papers lying on top of a pair of stenobooks, the wirebound ones I keep around for notes and character lists. Yours are still okay? Mine are fine, but of course mine don't spell anything, I said,looking at the empty door of my own fridgeafator. It was another Buddy Jellison special:CYBERSPACE SCARED ME SO BAD I DOWNLOADED IN MY PANTS.
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