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but
it
began
to
fade
off
the
way
a
radio
station
will
as
you
approach
the
limits
of
its
broadcasting
area
.
He
became
fuzzily
aware
that
his
car
was
tooling
along
the
soft
shoulder
at
better
than
fifty
miles
an
hour
.
He
guided
it
back
onto
the
road
,
feeling
the
rear
end
fishtail
for
a
moment
before
regaining
the
composition
surface
.
There
was
an
A
/
W
Rootbeer
stand
just
ahead
.
Hallorann
signaled
and
turned
in
,
his
heart
thudding
painfully
in
his
chest
,
his
face
a
sickly
gray
color
.
He
pulled
into
a
parking
slot
,
took
his
handkerchief
out
of
his
pocket
,
and
mopped
his
forehead
with
it
.
(
Lord
God
!
)
"
May
I
help
you
?
"
The
voice
startled
him
again
,
even
though
it
wasn
’
t
the
voice
of
God
but
that
of
a
cute
little
carhop
,
standing
by
his
open
window
with
an
order
pad
.
"
Yeah
,
baby
,
a
rootbeer
float
.
Two
scoops
of
vanilla
,
okay
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
She
walked
away
,
hips
rolling
nicely
beneath
her
red
nylon
uniform
.
Hallorann
leaned
back
against
the
leather
seat
and
closed
his
eyes
.
There
was
nothing
left
to
pick
up
.
The
last
of
it
had
faded
out
between
pulling
in
here
and
giving
the
waitress
his
order
.
All
that
was
left
was
a
sick
,
thudding
headache
,
as
if
his
brain
had
been
twisted
and
wrung
out
and
bung
up
to
dry
.
Like
the
headache
he
’
d
gotten
from
letting
that
boy
Danny
shine
at
him
up
there
at
Ullman
’
s
Folly
.
