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Marla
.
"
Okay
,
forget
it
.
"
That
old
saying
,
about
how
you
always
kill
the
thing
you
love
,
well
,
it
works
both
ways
.
And
it
does
work
both
ways
.
This
morning
I
went
to
work
and
there
were
police
barricades
between
the
building
and
the
parking
lot
with
the
police
at
the
front
doors
,
taking
statements
from
the
people
I
work
with
.
Everybody
milling
around
.
I
did
n't
even
get
off
the
bus
.
I
am
Joe
's
Cold
Sweat
.
From
the
bus
,
I
can
see
the
floor-to-ceiling
windows
on
the
third
floor
of
my
office
building
are
blown
out
,
and
inside
a
fireman
in
a
dirty
yellow
slicker
is
whacking
at
a
burnt
panel
in
the
suspended
ceiling
.
A
smoldering
desk
inches
out
the
broken
window
,
pushed
by
two
firemen
,
then
the
desk
tilts
and
slides
and
falls
the
quick
three
stories
to
the
sidewalk
and
lands
with
more
of
a
feeling
than
a
sound
.
Breaks
open
and
it
's
still
smoking
.
'
I
am
the
Pit
of
Joe
's
Stomach
.
