Hi
look
I was sweetness and light because a lot depended on his
say they're all forgeries. I have many enemies you know.
He was supposed to be wide awake...
To the maimed bartender, who was now working with the
conditions arranged: so that,

as in the homecoming, the final, devastating victory belongs to neither battler, but to the battled
over. People are not prizes to be won by match or chance. They belong to themselves.