09/03/2026 11:41

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I attemptedto slip the rubber bands around the steno books again, and the one Ihadn't looked at slipped out of my wet hand and fell to the floor. Svensonwas sitting in the parlor in his shirtsleeves reading the paper. Daughter's feet were cold and she wanted to go home. Writer's block? What writer's block? We don't got nosteenkin writer's block.

Took the words right out of my mouth. I got it off herand she dropped to her knees. At ten past ten I heard a wasp-whine from the south. I ate about a billion shrimp, drank about a thousand margaritas, andread twenty-three John D.