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Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. The pistol fell to the floor. ‘That is, if she’s gone that way. The sky was dripping a wet, slow rain that had forced the city’s inhabitants into taxicabs and dingy cafeterias, the day wholly ruined for all except the insane schizophrenics and her. She produced a handkerchief, and with one sweep of this and a simultaneous gulp had abolished her fit of weeping.
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