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The
day
went
quickly
and
yet
was
endless
.
Closing
time
had
no
relation
to
opening
time
,
so
long
ago
it
was
that
I
could
hardly
remember
it
.
Joey
came
in
as
I
was
about
to
close
the
front
doors
and
without
asking
him
I
punched
a
beer
can
and
handed
it
to
him
,
and
then
I
opened
one
for
myself
and
I
have
never
done
that
before
.
I
tried
to
tell
him
about
Marullo
and
the
store
,
and
found
I
could
not
,
not
even
the
story
I
had
accepted
in
exchange
for
the
truth
.
"
You
look
tired
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
guess
I
am
.
Look
at
those
shelves
—
stripped
.
They
bought
things
they
didn
’
t
want
and
didn
’
t
need
.
"
I
unloaded
the
cash
register
into
the
gray
canvas
bag
,
added
the
money
Mr
.
Baker
had
brought
,
and
on
top
I
put
the
bellows
envelope
and
tied
up
the
bag
with
a
piece
of
string
.
"
You
oughtn
’
t
to
leave
that
around
.
"
"
Maybe
not
.
I
hide
it
.
Want
another
beer
?
"
"
Sure
.
"
"
Me
too
.
"
"
You
’
re
too
good
an
audience
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
get
to
believing
my
own
stories
.
"
"
Like
what
?
"
"
Like
my
triple
-
deck
instincts
.
I
had
one
this
morning
.
Woke
up
with
it
.
Guess
I
dreamed
it
,
but
it
was
real
strong
,
hair
on
the
back
of
my
neck
and
everything
.
I
didn
’
t
think
the
bank
was
going
to
get
stuck
up
today
.
I
knew
it
.
I
knew
it
,
lying
in
bed
.
We
keep
little
wedges
under
the
foot
alarms
so
we
won
’
t
tramp
them
by
mistake
.
First
thing
this
morning
I
took
them
out
.
I
was
that
sure
of
it
,
braced
for
it
.
Now
how
do
you
explain
that
?
"
