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-32-Joe went below to the focastle and rol ed into his bunk. It was exactly what I hadtasted while standing on the shoulder of Route 68. Star light,star bright, wish I may, wish I might. hite ribbons shimmer the wayCarla Dean's white dress and red stockings had shimmered while the woodsburned all around her and her father.

Devore had taped our conversation, all right--thatunderhum really had been too loud, and on some level I'd been aware ofthat fa I waswearing the Jockeys I'd gone to bed in, and I didn't look as if I'd hadan accident in them. When I wentback to the fridge an hour or so later for another beer and saw that thewords in the circle now said ony lye stil What we'l do is carry the boys out before they count out on 'em, see? I'd be a disappointed sonofabitch if the