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"
Good-bye
...
"
One
two
three
four
five
six
seven
days
:
the
firehouse
.
"
Montag
,
you
shin
that
pole
like
a
bird
up
a
tree
.
"
Third
day
.
"
Montag
,
I
see
you
came
in
the
back
door
this
time
.
The
Hound
bother
you
?
"
"
No
,
no
.
"
Fourth
day
.
"
Montag
,
a
funny
thing
.
Heard
tell
this
morning
.
Fireman
in
Seattle
,
purposely
set
a
Mechanical
Hound
to
his
own
chemical
complex
and
let
it
loose
.
What
kind
of
suicide
would
you
call
that
?
"
Five
six
seven
days
.
And
then
,
Clarisse
was
gone
.
He
did
n't
know
what
there
was
about
the
afternoon
,
but
it
was
not
seeing
her
somewhere
in
the
world
.
The
lawn
was
empty
,
the
trees
empty
,
the
street
empty
,
and
while
at
first
he
did
not
even
know
he
missed
her
or
was
even
looking
for
her
,
the
fact
was
that
by
the
time
he
reached
the
subway
,
there
were
vague
stirrings
of
unease
in
him
.
Something
was
the
matter
,
his
routine
had
been
disturbed
.
A
simple
routine
,
true
,
established
in
a
short
few
days
,
and
yet
...
?
He
almost
turned
back
to
make
the
walk
again
,
to
give
her
time
to
appear
.
