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“It Was Her!”

           Thoseguysusedtobeyourfriends,butthat’sallbehindyounow."

           Hecarriedhisemptyfisttohismouthandsluiceddownanother-fourdown,sixteentogo.Makingexcellentprogress.Heswayedalittleonthestool.Letemstare,ifthatwashowtheygotoff.Takeapicture,folks,it’lllastlonger.

           "Thenyoustarttoseethings,Lloydy-my-boy.Thingsyoumissedfromthegutter.LikehowtheflooroftheWagonisnothingbutstraightpineboards,sofreshthey’restillbleedingsap,andifyoutookyourshoesoffyou’dbesuretogetasplinter.LikehowtheonlyfurnitureintheWagonistheselongbencheswithhighbacksandnocushionstositon,andinfacttheyarenothingbutpewswithasongbookeveryfivefeetorso.LikehowallthepeoplesittinginthepewsontheWagonaretheseflatchestedelbirdosinlongdresseswithalittlelacearoundthecollarandtheirhairpulledbackintobunsuntilit’ssotightyoucanalmosthearitscreaming.Andeveryfaceisfiatandpaleandshiny,andthey’reallsinging`Shallwegatherattheriiiiver,thebeautiful,thebeautiful,theriiiiiver,’andupfrontthere’sthisreekinbitchwithblondhairplayingtheorganandtellinemtosinglouder,singlouder.Andsomebodyslamsasongbookintoyourhandsandsays,`Singitout,brother.IfyouexpecttostayonthisWagon,yougottosingmorning,noon,andnight.Especiallyatnight.Andthat’swhenyourealizewhattheWagonreallyis,Lloyd.

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