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Just
close
your
eyes
and
it
will
be
gone
.
What
he
had
seen
in
the
Presidential
Sweet
had
gone
away
.
And
the
snake
had
only
been
a
fire
hose
that
had
fallen
onto
the
rug
.
Yes
,
even
the
blood
in
the
Presidential
Sweet
had
been
harmless
,
something
old
,
something
that
had
happened
long
before
he
was
born
or
even
thought
of
,
something
that
was
done
with
.
Like
a
movie
that
only
he
could
see
.
There
was
nothing
,
really
nothing
,
in
this
hotel
that
could
hurt
him
,
and
if
he
had
to
prove
that
to
himself
by
going
into
this
room
,
shouldn
’
t
he
do
so
?
"
Lou
,
Lou
,
skip
to
m
’
Lou
…
"
(
Curiosity
killed
the
cat
my
dear
redrum
,
redrum
my
dear
,
satisfaction
brought
him
back
safe
and
sound
,
from
toes
to
crown
;
from
head
to
ground
he
was
safe
and
sound
.
He
knew
that
those
things
)
(
are
like
scary
pictures
,
they
can
’
t
hurt
you
,
but
oh
my
god
)
(
what
big
teeth
you
have
grandma
and
is
that
a
wolf
in
a
BLUEBEARD
suit
or
a
BLUEBEARD
in
a
wolf
suit
and
i
’
m
so
)
(
glad
you
asked
because
curiosity
killed
that
cat
and
it
was
the
HOPE
of
satisfaction
that
brought
him
)
up
the
hall
,
treading
softly
over
the
blue
and
twisting
jungle
carpet
.
He
had
stopped
by
the
fire
extinguisher
,
had
put
the
brass
nozzle
back
in
the
frame
,
and
then
had
poked
it
repeatedly
with
his
finger
,
heart
thumping
,
whispering
:
"
Come
on
and
hurt
me
.
Come
on
and
hurt
me
,
you
cheap
prick
.
Can
’
t
do
it
,
can
you
?
Huh
?
You
’
re
nothing
but
a
cheap
fire
hose
.
Can
’
t
do
nothin
but
lie
there
.
Come
on
,
come
on
!
"
He
had
felt
insane
with
bravado
.
And
nothing
had
happened
.
It
was
only
a
hose
after
all
,
only
canvas
and
brass
,
you
could
hack
it
to
pieces
and
it
would
never
complain
,
never
twist
and
jerk
and
bleed
green
slime
all
over
the
blue
carpet
,
because
it
was
only
a
hose
,
not
a
nose
and
not
a
rose
,
not
glass
buttons
or
satin
bows
,
not
a
snake
in
a
sleepy
doze
…
and
he
had
hurried
on
,
had
hurried
on
because
he
was
(
"
late
,
I
’
m
late
,
"
said
the
white
rabbit
.
)
