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He
pushed
off
with
his
hands
and
went
to
the
bottom
,
but
the
trip
was
unsatisfying
.
The
slide
,
unused
,
had
too
much
friction
and
no
really
pleasant
speed
could
be
built
up
.
And
his
ass
was
just
too
big
.
His
adult
feet
thumped
into
the
slight
dip
where
thousands
of
children
’
s
feet
had
landed
before
him
.
He
stood
up
,
brushed
at
the
seat
of
his
pants
,
and
looked
at
the
hedge
-
clipper
.
But
instead
of
going
back
to
it
he
went
to
the
swings
,
which
were
also
a
disappointment
.
The
chains
had
built
up
rust
since
the
close
of
the
season
,
and
they
squealed
like
things
in
pain
.
Jack
promised
himself
he
would
oil
them
in
the
spring
.
You
better
stop
it
,
he
advised
himself
.
You
’
re
not
a
kid
anymore
.
You
don
’
t
need
this
place
to
prove
it
.
But
he
went
on
to
the
cement
rings
-
they
were
too
small
for
him
and
he
passed
them
up
-
and
then
to
the
security
fence
which
marked
the
edge
of
the
grounds
.
He
curled
his
fingers
through
the
links
and
looked
through
,
the
sun
crosshatching
shadow
-
lines
on
his
face
like
a
man
behind
bars
.
He
recognized
the
similarity
himself
and
he
shook
the
chain
link
,
put
a
harried
expression
on
his
face
,
and
whispered
:
"
Lemme
outta
here
!
Lemme
outta
here
!
"
But
for
the
third
time
,
not
funny
.
It
was
time
to
get
back
to
work
.
That
was
when
he
heard
the
sound
behind
him
.
He
turned
around
quickly
,
frowning
,
embarrassed
,
wondering
if
someone
had
seen
him
fooling
around
down
here
in
kiddie
country
.
His
eyes
ticked
off
the
slides
,
the
opposing
angles
of
the
seesaws
,
the
swings
in
which
only
the
wind
sat
.
Beyond
all
that
to
the
gate
and
the
low
fence
that
divided
the
playground
from
the
lawn
and
the
topiary
-
the
lions
gathered
protectively
around
the
path
,
the
rabbit
bent
over
as
if
to
crop
grass
,
the
buffalo
ready
to
charge
,
the
crouching
dog
.
Beyond
them
,
the
putting
green
and
the
hotel
itself
.
From
here
he
could
even
see
the
raised
lip
of
the
roque
court
on
the
Overlook
’
s
western
side
.
Everything
was
just
as
it
had
been
.
So
why
had
the
flesh
of
his
face
and
hands
begun
to
creep
,
and
why
bad
the
hair
along
the
back
of
his
neck
begun
to
stand
up
,
as
if
the
flesh
back
there
had
suddenly
tightened
?
He
squinted
up
at
the
hotel
again
,
but
that
was
no
answer
.
It
simply
stood
there
,
its
windows
dark
,
a
tiny
thread
of
smoke
curling
from
the
chimney
,
coming
from
the
banked
fire
in
the
lobby
.
(
Buster
,
you
better
get
going
or
they
’
re
going
to
come
back
and
wonder
if
you
were
doing
anything
all
the
while
.
)
Sure
,
get
going
.
Because
the
snow
was
coming
and
he
had
to
get
the
damn
hedges
trimmed
.
It
was
part
of
the
agreement
.
Besides
,
they
wouldn
’
t
dare
