!' Dick Macdonald looks up from a clutter of invoices. ed toeless feet, squelching in the melted snow, the muck, and the scattered fuzz of reddish-gold moss. Standing out front, so bundled up his face was completely invisible, was a cop waving them toward an exit ramp. Itseemed he was about to embark on the great journey of his life; a journey with a much desireddestination: surcease.
' Henry could smell it, too. 'Bingo,' Henry said, and grabbed it. The heat had crept into his dream because it was hot in here, Christ, it had to be a hundred degrees, maybe a hundred and ten. 'Oh gee, thank God, I'm lost, I've been lost in the woods since yesterday, I thought I was going to die out here.
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