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Know thine enemy, all the best authorities advised.
He would have to be more subtle.
At least he kept out of the liquor store, and the bars.
The silence began to get to him.
Shapes in clouds, faces in the leaves. They made him feel less lonely.
It wasn’t enough.
But what was his business?
The show rolled on, as shows do.
He wished to give the impression that he was dotty, but not too dotty. A loony but not a maniac.
I would like to live in the little cottage.
There’s a lot of air around here, if that’s what you want.
I think the air would do me good.
Where was he? He had no idea.
Oh, I’m sure everything will work out for you.
There was an awkward moment.
I thought you might want to have these.
I am never irritable!
Who had ever been edgier than him?
From the height, there’s nowhere to go but down.
He smiles: the illusion of a smile. Pretense, fakery, but who’s to know?