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I leaned against the melted stub of a lamppost, and thought about girls. ing blown, files being burned, computers being wrecked, knocking guards senseless, and in general decimating the Gunsmiths’ headquarters. There is a crime in our land more heinous than any other I can think of, right offhand, and yet itgoes unpunished. Many of them have beenhonored with awards and reprinted numerous times in anthologies, finding their way

You lied and you short-sheeted me. They could haverecited Jabberwocky. 14 SERIES OF SHOTSthru18 kaleidoscopic, whirling, one atop the other: Flint’s face in CU as he loses footing. Whosat on the stool next to me, in the middle of May, in the middle of a Wednesday afternoon, in the middleof Clanton