Marlowe
Marlowe felt like an
amputated leg. But
how could he know
what an amputated
leg felt like? I didn't
ask him. I just
digested the image
and continued on
down the page. I
was nearing the
end of the chapter.
My voice sounded
like someone tearing
slats off a chicken coop.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
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