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I
held
both
hands
up
and
tapped
down
at
the
air
.
"
You
mean
you
’
re
a
clerk
-
typist
?
"
"
No
,
I
write
.
"
"
Write
what
?
"
"
Poems
,
short
stories
,
novels
.
They
pay
me
for
that
.
"
He
looked
at
me
.
Then
he
turned
and
walked
off
.
Tanya
came
back
.
"
Some
son
-
of
-
a
-
bitch
tried
to
pick
me
up
!
"
"
Oh
?
I
’
m
sorry
.
I
should
have
gone
with
you
.
"
"
He
was
very
brash
!
I
really
hate
those
types
!
They
’
re
slime
!
"
"
If
they
only
had
some
originality
it
might
help
.
They
just
don
’
t
have
any
imagination
.
It
might
be
why
they
are
alone
.
"
"
I
’
m
going
to
bet
Zag
-
Zig
.
"
"
I
’
ll
buy
you
a
ticket
.
.
.
"
Zag
-
Zig
just
didn
’
t
stoke
up
.
He
came
up
to
the
gate
weakly
,
the
jock
stroking
away
the
whitewach
with
his
whip
.
Zag
-
Zig
broke
poorly
and
then
loped
.
He
beat
one
horse
.
We
went
back
to
the
bar
.
One
hell
of
a
race
for
a
6
to
5
shot
.
We
had
two
Marys
.
"
You
like
head
?
"
Tanya
asked
me
.
