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           Eight-twentythecardsandpuzzlesgoout....

           Eight-twenty-fivesomeAcutementionsheusedtowatchhissistertakingherbath;thethreeguysatthetablewithhimfallallovereachothertoseewhogetstowriteitinthelogbook....

           Eight-thirtythewarddooropensandtwotechnicianstrotin,smellinglikegrapewine;techniciansalwaysmoveatafastwalkoratrotbecausethey’realwaysleaningsofarforwardtheyhavetomovefasttokeepstanding.Theyalwaysleanforwardandtheyalwayssmellliketheysterilizedtheirinstrumentsinwine.Theypullthelabdoortobehindthem,andIsweepupcloseandcansnakeoutvoicesovertheviciouszzzth-zzzth-zzzthofsteelonwhetstone.

           "Whatwegotalreadyatthisungodlyhourofthemorning?"

           "WegottoinstallanIndwellingCuriosityCutoutinsomenosybooger.Hurry-upjob,shesays,andI’mnotevensurewegotoneofthegizmosinstock."

           "WemighthavetocallIBMtorushoneoutforus;letmecheckbackinSupply—"

           "Hey;bringoutabottleofthatpuregrainwhileyou’rebackthere:it’sgettingsoIcan’tinstallthesimplestfriggingcomponentbutwhatIneedabracer.Well,whatthehell,it’sbetter’ngaragework...."

           Theirvoicesareforcedandtooquickonthecomebacktoberealtalk—morelikecartooncomedyspeech.IsweepawaybeforeI’mcaughteavesdropping.