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He
felt
himself
begin
to
breathe
heavily
.
Image
of
some
beefy
hairy
guy
stepping
down
hard
on
Juliana
,
making
her
life
miserable
…
I
know
she
’
d
finally
wind
up
killing
herself
,
he
thought
.
It
’
s
in
the
cards
for
her
,
if
she
doesn
’
t
find
the
right
man
—
and
that
means
a
really
gentle
,
sensitive
,
kindly
student
type
who
would
be
able
to
appreciate
all
those
thoughts
she
has
.
I
was
too
rough
for
her
,
he
thought
.
And
I
’
m
not
so
bad
;
there
are
a
hell
of
a
lot
of
guys
worse
than
me
.
I
could
pretty
well
figure
out
what
she
was
thinking
,
what
she
wanted
,
when
she
felt
lonely
or
bad
or
depressed
.
I
spent
a
lot
of
time
worrying
and
fussing
over
her
.
But
it
wasn
’
t
enough
.
She
deserved
more
.
She
deserves
a
lot
,
he
thought
.
"
I
’
m
parking
,
"
Ed
said
.
He
had
found
a
place
and
was
backing
the
truck
,
peering
over
his
shoulder
.
"
Listen
,
"
Frink
said
,
"
Can
I
send
a
couple
of
pieces
to
my
wife
?
"
"
I
didn
’
t
know
you
were
married
.
"
Intent
on
parking
,
Ed
answered
him
reflexively
.
"
Sure
,
as
long
as
they
’
re
not
silver
.
"
Ed
shut
off
the
truck
motor
.
"
We
’
re
here
,
"
he
said
.
He
puffed
marijuana
smoke
,
then
stubbed
the
cigarette
out
on
the
dashboard
,
dropped
the
remains
to
the
cab
floor
.
"
Wish
me
luck
.
"
"
Luck
,
"
Frank
Frink
said
.
"
Hey
,
look
.
There
’
s
one
of
those
Jap
waka
poems
on
the
back
of
this
cigarette
package
.
"
Ed
read
the
poem
aloud
,
over
the
traffic
noises
.
