I was standing naked before the toiletbowl, my back alive with gooseflesh. On Friday the seventeenth, I stopped at theLakeview General on my way back to the house to gas up my Chevrolet. I wondered idly where he was. I'llget busy.
Always taking it to the nextlevel. A rash of goosefleshbroke out on my arms and back. Earl, the morning news guy, had theinnocent beefy look of a recent retiree from the Chippendales and readoff the Teleprompter like one. Her damp shifting eyes were utterly human.
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